Shadows

What will you leave

In your falling shadows

Could it be the echo

Of the rustling leaves?

Through your eyes flow the

Golden thread of the light

Uncertainty lays

Behind the moon lit forest

Sleep tight as the

Cobalt blue fills the sky

With the cold morning fog

Wandering in the grey empty fields

Nothing will remain

What will you leave

In your falling shadows

Slight sounds in the wind

Dispersed but still here

Remember how the sun lit the room

The smooth wooden floor

The cold air from the window

Remember how the sun lit the room

The smooth wooden floor

The cold air from the window

And the shadows swayed in the night