I shiver in the night without a care...
"Why are you here?" I would ask him...
"If I were your shadow, would it make any difference?" He would say
He was pale in the moonlight, but I could tell even then that his eyes shadowed as
they were with their golden glint, he was more...awake...than alive.
"What do you dream?" he would ask
"I dream in whispers" I would say "And nothing more than memories that have held
me in stages just as I write them in pages and pages."
"What of you?" I would ask, hiding my eyes behind my lashes...
"A living shadow that breathes" and he smiles with a mysterious air...as though he
is so certain of this as though.....we....could ever be real.