Chasing Shadows December 17, 2009
When the Sun is blotted by the rising Moon,
A cast of characters come in full bloom.
They are not flowers, nor even figments of the imagination
So much as they are opaque and yet transparent.
Black is to blindness, so we are taught.
We only see the truth as it was brought to our attention.
The light was golden, but then ideologues stole our sight.
Blithering fool are we now, no longer capable of forethought,
We are chasing shadows, getting lost while blazing a dark trail.
What if I told you love was the way
We were in the days of the Sun?
What if I said you could not hide
Without the risk of having fun?
And then the shadows descended from the Moon,
Formed a bleak picture in sight,
Made you want to cry,
And an unfounded horror creeped up deep inside?
Perhaps we live only to die.
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