Dreams... tauntings and teasings. A glimpse of Heaven... and then the stern chastisement... "You can't stay here. You don't belong." Ponderings abound... Puzzlements at the complexities of me and my confusings. Those are my shadows I know them well... So how? I wander this forest deep, knowing every twisted tree and bramble. In blackness I run freely here. Intimately, I am that darkness. Torn by kiss and thorn... Pursuing the glint of an ember, brilliant blue, at the end of the path, I thrive, the shadows thrown by you... Always just from the edge of the clearing.