Our shadows were so restless
As we passed from room to room;
They pretended to be living
But they died within their tomb
They shrank a little bit each day
When the sun shone bright above;
And both of us now waste away
In the sadness of lost love.
In days of younger shadows
That danced in noon's bright light;
Laughter floated on the breeze
Till our day turned into night.
Burdened by life's troubles
Our shadows danced no more;
They became the darkened spots
That faded on the floor.
Now death's arms have taken you
Leaving only memories of your face;
The shadow that was part of you
Is now gone without a trace.
Collab with Danny Boy, the Kearley
Copyright © elizabeth wesley | Year Posted 2012