The shadow

Inside of me is a picture of you,

at the moment, it is but a shadow...

calling out to me,

from the depths of beyond,

is that your voice,

or the sound of my sorrow?

the traces, the paths, the boulevards crossed,

the journeys from here to the yonder...

like a memory that fades,

or a hurt that abates,

is that your footstep,

or a trail for me to follow?

laughter's and tears, praises and sneers,

the melodies of hearts strung together....

like the music that thrills,

or the vengeance that kills,

is that your spell,

or the illusion of tomorrow?

it is, but a matter of time,

when the good omens chime,

then the shadow shall pass,

and the picture shall last,

of our love and our heartfelt desire...