A Passing Shadow

I felt his shadow pass me by

That friend of mine from yesteryear,

Long gone, his bones had turned to dust

But still his laugh, I seem to hear.

I felt his shadow pass me by

Familiarity in the play

When warm companions pause and smile

When chance depicts they pass this way.

I felt his shadow pass me by

So close, I almost felt the touch,

I turned to find an empty path

And sudden sadness hurt, so much.

I felt his shadow pass me by

Unsettled in a fleeting smile,

Remembered from a distant time

When laughter rang aloud, awhile.

Then laughter rang aloud for us

When warmth in our friendship grew,

Until his shadow passed from me

To death’s dark door,alas, anew.

Marshalg

Sitting in the light of the deep, velvet glade.

29 November 2011

Reviews

[WhiteWillow]

Beautiful piece, Marshal. And such a nice tribute to a friend passed on. Well done!