Solstice
I turn to look back,
my back to the sun,
my shadow lengthens before me,
it mocks me with movement
that I know was never mine,
I turn away from the mockery.
Godlike Sun Of The Living,
Do You Chase Your Shadow As I Do ?
Before me my shadow,
before me the sun,
sorrow makes allowance
so that they may be as one,
solstice is brief,
I regret its passing.
Devilish Sun Of The Dying,
Do You Loathe Your Shadow As I Do ?
My shadow lies before me,
it stretches, dark, into the sunlight,
it seeks the sun's embrace,
the sun welcomes its approach,
together they laugh,
conspirators jesting at my madness.
21st December 2018
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2018
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