Shadows Tryst

SHADOWS TRYST Shadows lead as they sometimes will interspersed with moments of just standing still as if deciding “what’s the next right move” or marching on as if they’ve naught to prove. Shadows follow as at times they must stalking - through heredity’s dust carving their initials in our family tree you can’t outrun what you can’t see. Shadows disappear at apogee no idea where they’ve been or will be a moment’s torment to make a choice maintain their silence or seek a voice. Mottled memories adrift in time tortured dance of shapeless mime wisps of whimsy, oneiric mists then, now, and when, in shadows tryst. John G. Lawless 7/5/2015