She shines the morning
On gilded beams of light,
He casts our shadows...
The dusk of every night.

Living within darkness
Out-stretching far and wide,
Remorseless of his shadow
He seeks to never light.

Far and steep the mountains
He crawls amongst the woods,
Beware when things are stirring
Around and under foot.

When it seems convenient
Look over shoulder, there...
See your shadow moving
And drifting not sure where?

No one knows the essence
Of dusk as he reclines,
Leaping at the moment
Night becomes his prize.

sinnaminsun 2006

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KIM, this is one of your best, great poem.........................