In The Company Of Shadows

Though the shadows be
the life of me,
I can see the light
that lies in front of me.

The darkness shall soon prevail
as I die,
what the Grim Reaper has prevailed
I have not forgotten in life.

To play with me
and toy with me,
the shadows of my life
have not forgotten my age upon life.

What dreams to darkness hold
that I shall live forever,
and hold the shadows tight
beyond my immortal soul.

Though the shadows be
and seek the rest of me,
I shall rest
and not protest too much.

I am but a shadow of myself
clinging to life at every breathe I take,
and shall wait out my days in fear and death
to become alive with my pulsing blood.

A grace becomes my shadows
where still to life begins and ends,
I shall see all of my tomorrows
in the brightness of my love.

Though the shadows be
let me be alive,
for truth in a life after death
and the grand staircase to heaven.

The shadows are
but the dreams that fate away,
and life talks to death
singing in a pool of light.

I am but a show of myself
the dream I ever was, or could be,
a shadow of myself to lean
of just how much of life was meant for me.

                                 
                   Twas' A World Away
 

When I was young
way back when-
it was a world away,
I could see my forever.

My eyes do me send
the joy in life as a friend-
thing's aren't what they used to be,
looking back into the past.

When I was young
I had the world by the tail-
on a down hill spin,
reaching for the brass ring.

When I was young
I was foolish then-
and favor brought to me
no surprises in life.

My eyes can see clearly now
that I am old and gray-
when I was born to brightness,
I would have my say.
I remember the times I had
becoming the youth of me-
joy and laughter all around me,
but born with shut eyes.

I greet the great antiquity
to arise my post-
to lesson the grip on life,
and let me go.

My eyes could see no light
for fear of death-
and so soon,
I was dead all over again.

I remember
the songs that played my heart-
and the dreams of a boy,
becoming a man.

I remember
truth, and bitter lies-
where once I stood,
upon the mount of olives.

I can see such bitter memories
but can also see such love-
just a world away,
and how time flies.

What life I have before me
I have spoken wise-
becoming the poet of who I am,
and set the world away.