Shade, moves to the rise
and fall of the sun...
it has no profile, no force
shape of its own... no colour, motion;

yet casts an never-ending
array...
of intricate patterns on shifting
landscapes.

Flying, soaring on earths face.
Shade has followed
wavering paths, all her days;

and I shall not be in rage
dying... a shadow,
when my shade fades, into...
the dying sun;

who will ever know?
I basked in sun... shadow soothed,
at twilight;

watching waves flow,
each new thrust curling up... half the body
half its shadow acquiescent.

Let the glitter of stars and time
fill your eyes...
let the end of all define you, against
the dying night;

And not be in rage
dying...
a shadow...