Passing Shadows
I stood and looked from distant shore
And watched them nudge on more and more
In fundamental shades of darkened grey
No color to their lives it seemed
But somehow there within my dream
Was what could be construed as deep dismay
For shadows crossed and never met
And so these things held in regret
That maybe if they had it might have changed
What lovely times they could have had
What good times missed along with bad
Or conversations mutually exchanged
Between the two upon the lake
That moved so slow across the wakes
Identities withheld from public view
For only time held back the rays
As perfect apex for sun's blaze
To move the wayward spectacles askew
‘Til comes the day when shadows pass anew.
Lighthouse Bob
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