Shadows

Ah, I almost forgot! I wrote this early this week and posted it on my DeviantArt but forgot to post it here! I came up for the inspiration for this while walking home to Baldwin late at night. There were lots of lights, more so than the usual excessive number of lampposts and what not because of Drag Ball. I was feeling periody, so I didn't go this year (not that I have ever gone before, but I actually wanted to this time!). That and tickets were $15 dollars and I am dirt poor. But I got a job for Commencement weekend and I am applying to work over the summer at Oberlin so that I can earn money if I don't get the REU I applied to (REU stands for Research Experience for Undergraduates; I applied to two different programs and have already been rejected from my first choice. :'( )

Here the poem!

Shadows

Street lights casting shadows
Of my form on the street—
For every light, another shadow
Darkens the ground at my feet.

There’s another cast from the storefront,
From the light pouring outside—
And a fleeting one for the moment
That the car’s headlight passed me by.

All these shadows on the ground,
Cast from all these lights out on the street—
All these shadows that surround
Are like another view of me.

So of all the shadows which pass me by,
As I walk this lonely path at night,
Which one can I say is I
When the shadow is different under different light?

And as I walk shadows disappear
As I leave each streetlight behind—
And ever new ones appear
For every lamppost I come to find.

All the shadows are different colors,
All different shades of grey,
Offset by the golden pallor
That arises with the passing of the day.

As I walk, I ponder.
And my shadows selves darken and fade—
And farther from civilization I wander
As the time grows ever more late

Just beyond the city limits
Where the night sky changes from red to blue,
The unnatural warm glow from electric lights
Gives way to natures true nightly hue.

With moonlight and star shine
The only source of light in sight,
I’ve but one dark shadow mine
Cast by Luna’s natural silver light.

In the night’s darkness I stand
And I can’t help but think—
There I am!
At my moon reflection at my feet.