MIRRORS OF LIFE
ONLY A SHADOW CAN KNOW
WHEN THE LIGHT TOUCHES THE DARKNESS
AND BIRTHS THE FORM NO ONE CAN KNOW
COMES A HAUNTING, TELLING MOMENT
IN THE APPEARANCE OF THE SHADOW
WHO COULD GUESS IT'S MEANING
WHY IT ADAPTS TO EVERY FORM
LIKE SOME SILENT STRANGER
WAITING NOW TO BE BORN
ALL THROUGH LIFE IT FOLLOWS
AS FAITHFUL AS THE BREATH
AND EERILY TAKES ON MEANING
IN THE OWNER'S UNWELCOME DEATH
IT NOW WALKS THE HAUNTED HALLWAYS
OF TIME'S ABANDONED ROOM
IN MEMORY OF ITS MASTER FORM
AS IT WEEPS OE'R ITS GLOOM
THEN COMES THE TELL-TALE MOMENT
BENEATH AGONY'S AWFUL BLOW
FOR THE SECRET OF THE HUMAN LIFE
ONLY THE SHADOW CAN KNOW
SO IT SEEKS IN SILENT SEARCHING
TO BE THE MASTER FORM
AS IT REACHES INTO IT'S DARKENED SOUL
WHERE TIME AND SPACE ARE BORN
FROM THE SHADOW CAME A SPARK OF LIFE
NEW BIRTH THE WORLD COULD NOT KNOW
SUCH IS THE HAUNTING, IMMORTAL DEATH
ONLY A SHADOW CAN KNOW.
THEPOETSKISS COPYRIGHT 2004
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ONLY A SHADOW CAN KNOW
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