Shadows in love, walking aging souls,
Revel and bevel in a morning dew.
Greater than all beauty in mornings told,
Shadows follow shade, making one from two.
Bodies at eventide embrace the moon,
Waxing and waning, our shadows did meld;
Sometimes impatient with impending doom.
Arms entwined, her heart, in mine I held.
And now, as you decide darkness is fear,
In a single line a shadow you find;
Walking without me, one has disappeared.
Yes, a cloud does cover the sun sometime.
Oh, the moon still finds my shadow in sheets;
Of a lover’s body, empty to keep.