Reflections of a Shadow

I am a thread of the dawn mist,

a flake upon the water.

You hear me in the whisper

of the rose petals, and in the cry

of a bird pirouetting

in the breeze.

An illusive entity -- can you see

me in the corner of your eye?

Or is it simply the reflection

of your shadow on the pine needes?

I tricked you:

you picked the rose,

you bottled the water.

As you turned, the shadow

slipped away, leaving

just a silver trace....

I ride the ouroboros through

time and space, over the mobius

and into the light, scattering sparks

into another dimension.

Still, I hover on the zenith

of reality, descending to earth

on a chip of the sky, only

to begin the ascent once again

at the foot of the rainbow.

Do you know where the real pot

of gold lies? In the shine of my eyes

dwells its reflection.

Look deeper... within the shadow

lies your absolution

or your damnation.

©LJ Grandstaff    1984

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