Shadow Life

 

The rising sun incites these waking dreams,
ignites the fires from which the sunlight streams,
makes halos in morning's mists, and rainbows
that frolic and dance outside my open windows.

Night leaves slowly, gathers up the darkness,
tiptoes away, slips off into the softness
of a misty dawn slowly rising over the hill,
fades from my view and, yet, lingers still.

Another lonely day, another one to remember,
reminder of an evening, one cold November.
The sun was going down, the wind was blowing,
and I didn't even know where I was going.

I knew I had to get there right away.
The question of my life was asked that day.
I walked up to your door, I held my breath
and looked into the eyes which spoke my death.

I died, and yet I still continued to live
and found that I had nothing left to give.
I'd given all to you, my soul, my heart,
just to find my whole world torn apart.

I turned around and slowly walked away
and knew that there was nothing left to say.
Now, I live a shadow life, but I still live on,
although my very reason for living is gone.