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.
Copyright © Priyanka Kumar | Year Posted 2005
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