Shadows

Shadows of a thousand faces

keep on turning in your mind,

and forgotten names and places

never really left behind.

Is it here imagination

seeking shelter from the rain,

or a long self conversation once again.

Shadows never point a finger

at the things you say or do,

silently they seem to linger

any way you may run to.

Sharing every joy or torment,

every laughter or despair,

facing you at any moment if you dare.

Gentle past at once surrender at

what you didn't understand,

conquest of the night that ended

holding you with trembling hands.

In a book a fall leaf-clover

marks the days at below,

till she found that it was over long ago.

Little thanks had most of meaning

leaving only emptiness,

tender words and simple feelings

never eased your hungriness.

Yesterdays remain so sudden

and tomorrows round the bend,

can you read the line

that dark ends on your hand.

Both ends of a candle burning

shine so brightly for a while,

rancours of a life reflecting in your smile.

Shadows never point a finger

at the things you say or do,

silently they seem to linger

any way you may run to.

Sharing every joy or torment,

every laughter or despair,

facing you at any moment

if you dare.

facing you at any moment

if you dare.