Greying matters

Did you know your shadow was winged?
When you frisk by, I can hear conspiring,
You feel cold, when they don’t want to be seen,
They wait till you drain, and part into dreams.

When you walked on stilts, I stalked you barefoot
When you dug up graves, I made them your home.
When you left your children I took care of them,
And now…I bow…just let me go…

I have struggled and rebelled to leave ground,
But the light finds a way to curve around.
I wish I’d no more be the simple outcome,
But pronounce my space with a sound.

Shadows…you cannot quite drown them…
I tried, they turned into my reflection…
Shadows…you can only let them hide…
Before you go, turn off the lights.

All in the realm of head shaving clichés,
It had risked your demure in this land,
It has gone to places with you alongside,
Now…it prays…let go of its hand.

Did you know your shadow was winged?
When you frisk by, I can hear conspiring,
You feel cold, when they don’t want to be seen,
They wait till you drain, and part into dreams.