The night has left soft and silence fills the chamber.
Daylight broke, as always and forever.
I see a shadow lingering there on that wall.
Gloaming in the fading night seems hardly real at all.
I cannot believe is this all true?
The shadow on the wall, it’s you.
Candles burned down long ago.
But your shadow remains
Shiver fills my veins
I wish the shadow would disappear.
That I could see you, you would be here.
Shadow; shadow on the wall, you in beautiful disguise.
Thousand fold, and more, I begin to realize.
But to hold a shadow is only an illusion.
I feel my heart beating, questing for conclusion.
If I could hold your shadow near.
I could pretend it’s you my dear.
I wish so much you could be on my side.
I would carry you and hold you tight.
I wish I could say,
“The shadow it’s all what’s there.”
“ I rather have you, …to share.”
“ If I could hold you in my arm.”
“ Hold you close and keep you warm.”
“ I can forget the shadow, pasted to that wall.”
You could push it away, I will fall.
But for now, the shadow has to do.
Cause’s it’s the only thing I have of you.
I hope to hold you soon in my reality,
The shadow is just history
Memories of you, ..I have. That’s all.
There are melting with the shadow, …there on that wall.
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