Shadows

Shadows Shadows will dance around the moon when fate comes knocking at my door, when I'm too old and too weary to embrace life's zest anymore. Shadows lengthen at the day's end when the best that bides on the morrow are yesterday's memories of all the joy and none of the sorrow. Shadows fall across the cold graves of all the things that came undone and of all the things I have buried on my best and worst days in the sun. Shadows drape the near horizon that separates heaven from earth. All I'm allowed to know this day is my fate's been known since my birth Shadows grow in back of my eyes, robbing me of day's sentient light sending me final word that soon I'll gentle go into that good night.