My Shadow

How strange! In veins to almost feel How drop by drop, less blood in zeal… How that believed immensity of love, In measurements of time, it goes. Day by day, fractured thoughts of spirit lost, Form in mind the oddest shadow of my ghost: A face with the saddest smile; and yet, she's glad Just by reminiscing at the love, she had. Restlessly she ventures at the edge of life, Reposed by sleep, she's back in balance, out of night; By dawn, in vivid expectation for melodies new, Imaginings of future: subtle hope like pearls of dew… And no horizons, no starry skies can show me best, More than within I am, though, still at rest; Through focused mind, strength in heart, and will, One day, with joy I shall my soul re-fill!