SHADOWS:

Go darting, tripping, creeping & slyly peeping,

In sunlight, following, where shade is swallowing,

From womb times, celebrated & timely meeting,

And since then, go around every corner greeting.

Gaily growing in childhood´s playful daily capers,

Stalking adolescence, sulky, morose & mawking,

Go flying away & playing with windswept papers,

Flickering, kissed on the walls by lit candled tapers.

Now go hovering, skulking at my heavy ready tomb,

Ashen whipped, death-grey bent & Goth rose lipped,

Never leaving, growing with me & ageing far too soon,

Now holding hands together, going back to the womb.