It's not made up of matter, It's neither a he or a she,
It's not seen in the dark, preferring the light you see,
It mimics your actions, sometimes behind your back,
It will always do what you do with an uncanny knack,
Distorted by moonlight that can make it bend and twist,
Or in the soft light of the morning, shimmer in the mist,
It may engulf me or stretch me on a wall or the ground,
Where-ever it may fall then that's where I'll be found,
It will never leave a trace that it has been around,
It will make its presence felt but never a sound,
No footprints in the sand but an imprint on your brain,
Its transparency is pure although it may waft and wane,
It's neither my friend or foe, but will stay by my side,
In the bright light of day it chooses never to hide,
I have come to the belief that it's an extension of me,
Joined at my feet will ever my shadow be free.