Scattered Shadows

[The Poet]

Scattered shadows

Days are left to dwell and pass,
Yet no redemption has put me at ease.
Still, my heart, is swayed by winds,
That erode me away in the gentle breeze.

I turn my face and all I see are shadows,
Neglecting me, behind my screen.
I call to them yet they seem to drift,
Further away with a scattered sheen.

Dressed in a coat of shyness and fear,
Afraid to chase what escapes my heart.
I let them go in hope they'd return,
To undo my coat and keep us apart.*

My hand waves at the passing wind,
As the chill from its core dries out my tears.
My smile remain's even though I'm losing,
For they may come back without their fears.

But I remain today behind my window,
As broken light begins to feel my eyes.
For I know that my Lord will always be there,
As the scattered shadows conjure up new lies.

I blow my breath against the glass,
As a patch of moisture begins to form.
I press my hand upon the wetness,
As it fades away - its feel, so warm.

Warmth that had once immersed my core,
But now, cooled, by the winds that pass.
Tell me, won't they accompany me?
The shadows that dwell beyond the glass.

But they leave me like the warmth I had,
Even though they witnessed my pleading tears.
But smile I did as I saw it floating,
The green bird whistling above my fears.

It's wings of green I haven't seen,
Fluttering against the gentle breeze.
Scattering the light that enters my eyes,
An opportunity for company that I hastily seize.

Landing upon my window's seal,
It stare's at me then turns its head.
Gazing with me at the shadows that leave,
I fear that it'll follow - it remain's instead.

Days remain to pass me by,
As I continue to resist the urge to cry.
Instead I look for a better day,
To forget the shadows that continue to lie.

My Lord, You know, what I seek from here,
For life for me will end when I die.
But I seek redemption to earn my wings,
Even though I wish, it's too easy to cry.