I stand in the shadows
Of the best we were,
Recklessly trying
To grasp pieces of us in the light as
We
Pass by
One another.
I stand in the shadows
Of the best we were,
Recklessly trying
To grasp pieces of us in the light as
We
Pass by
One another.
Soft light peeking through.
Determined to touch the shadows.
Waking every morning.
Wanting nothing more than to
Make contact with
Something within
The dark.
New Orleans
Shadows
Ghosts do roam
Giving them a life of their own.
Come out and saturate your body in the moonlight.
Rhythm and Blues and Soul.
No sleep tonight.
I will throw the shadows of me onto you.
The darkest parts.
If you are
Brave enough to
Come close.
In the haunted passages of
My heart you will find
Rusty rails and broken stairs.
With every step
You must take care.
You will have to
Feel
Your way tenderly with eyes
Blind.
Other senses necessary
To find the cracks and hidden
Retreats inside.
And
Sometimes
The silence is deafening.
Once caught in the black
You may choose to never
Come back.
Or you may endlessly roam,
Making these infinite
Mysteries of me
Your
Home.
You lent me the beat of your heart
When I had forgotten how to make
My own.
You lent me your wings and offered strength
Until I could fly
Alone.
You brought light into my shadows
And I learned to love through the night.
You heard the sadness in my tears
And gave me love with all your might.
You played back to me my own melody
I had silenced so long ago.
And showed me where the world was.
I held it in my heart but did not know.