Précis of a life
Shade
moves to the rise
and fall
of the sun ...
It has
no profile, no force
shape of
its own
… Only
variable, motion
yet
casts a never-ending array
of
intricate patterns
shifting
across variable landscapes
And I
shall not be in rage
when my
light fades
the same
as the sunsets settling glow
... Who
will ever know?
I basked
in sun ... shadow soothed
In
twilight
let the
glitter of stars
fill my
eyes
at the
fading of my gift
… life’