Walking With My Shadow

Yesterday was nothing different Another day passing into anonymity But I went walking under the trees And my shadow went walking with me And we walked away from reality… And you’d probably think me crazy If you saw me walking under the pines Their shadows swaying with an unseen breeze Pierced with shafts of crooked sunshine And my shadow blending in with them Giving me all the company I wanted Making me fell like a shadow myself Walking through a path that silence haunted. And it comforted me to know it was there That secretive, elusive shadow of mine, That shadow that would never leave my side My mysterious shadow, so hard to define That talked to me in its silent voice As it stole behind me with soft footfalls So different from the sound of my shoes On the dusty road where the songbird calls Under the towering crowns of the trees With distant mists curling at the far bend Of the road through which my shadow moved Waiting to listen like an eternal friend. The breeze played about with the grass While I talked like I never had done before Enjoying my escape from the mundane Till again I came upon my old worn door. And yesterday you’d have thought me crazy, Believed I had a touch of eccentricity If you could see me walking in that little lane But I wouldn’t have cared, because I know That I was different then, though now I’m sane. And such walks won’t come so often anymore Because yesterday was nothing different Another day passing into anonymity But I went walking under the trees And my shadow went walking with me And we walked away from reality.