Shadow's Light.



I stood in the shadow and caught the light,

A mystical beam; a temporary renewal of my sight.

What could this be that touched me so?

A glance of the beauty awaiting my soul.

My shadow deepens on the brightest of days,

Ravaged by solitude left to its ways.

Spirit condemned to idle thought,

Where creativity suffered to create nought.

I stood in the shadow for a glimpse of the light,

That I may be led out of my blight.

Sight unseeing clouds the world's wonder;

Silence shrouded its mystery to ponder.

Mysticism is lacking the answer to my quest,

Where in truth of spirit I seek to be blest.


May 31st. 1994 ©  Will George.

Will George Poet