The shadow and the silhouette
Their paths are often glancing
Not one can catch the other
So forever are they dancing ...
The shadow’s silent in the grass
Often stops and listens
But the silhouette’s time here is past
Now circles in the distance
The faintest scent, the slightest twitch
Continue or turn back?
So the silhouette moves slowly
For the shadow leaves no track
And time makes two the wiser
Each ahead, a step behind
Almost one upon the other
Always just about to find
And never have they met but yet
To each the other bound
And this last dance goes forever
Because neither can be found ...