Shades

Shades where do they come from?
Shadeswhere do they go?
Shades where do they hide?
Shades where do they search?
Shades where are you now?

White
Turns to Gray
Gray
Turns to Black
And in life the shades never comes back.

Lines on the floor.
Lines on the door.
Lines in the sky.
Lines in the pie.

White
Turns to Gray
Gray
Turns to Black
And in life the shades never comes back.

Lines on the ground.
Lines on the sound.
Lines in the mind.
Lines in the crime.

White
Turns to Gray
Gray
Turns to Black
And in life the shades never comes back.

Lines on the soul.
Lines on the fold.
Lines in tree.
Lines in the future that never will be.

White
Turns to Gray
Gray
Turns to Black
And in life the shades never comes back.

And for this we go to and fro.
Never knowing where to go.
Without thought of life or death.
Without purpose of this turning tide.

White
Turns to Gray
Gray
Turns to Black
And in life the shades never comes back.

Still we stand and gaze into the sky.
Questioning the Origin.
Following only the road.
Never taking the test.

White
Turns to Gray
Gray
Turns to Black
And in life the shades never comes back.

And so White, may turn to Gray, and Gray may find it’s way to Black.
In our life it will never come back once it is through.
That is the way it has always been and that is what it will always be.

 

A Shade

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Soulful Day

A soul can be a troubling thing.
It can be sad, and the sky is gray.
It can awake, to a spring rain.

The soul can be a beautiful thing.
It can smile at the laughter of a child.
It can cry at the thought of the past.

The soul is an amazing thing.
It is always growing, yet we do not feel it.
It is always moving yet it never leaves.

The soul is a confusing thing.
It can be happy when it is raining.
And sad when the sun is shining.

The soul is a constant thing.
It is always there ever present in the moment.
It never displays emotion until it is ready.

The soul has many descriptions.
But only the one you have is correct.
And the one they have is correct.

At the end of the day the soul does not rest.
It has to put the days thought and experiences in place.
And when you wake it takes on the face of another day.

The soul can be a troubling thing.
It can be happy or it can be sad.
It is beautiful and full of laughter.

The soul can cry and feel pain.
The soul can feel pain and bounce back again.
The soul is our guide in life if we let it.

The soul is a troubling thing.
The soul is an amazing thing.
The soul is a confusing thing.
Yet the soul is a constant thing.

How else would we see our day?

 

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Where Darkness Runs

Night shot of mountains and lake, Bulgaria

Darkness creeps slowly.
Covering the ground with it shades of gray.
It will cover everything.
Then it will be total darkness.

The mind brings fear in the dark.
Shadows move in and out of sight.
The Midnight Sun hides from your stare.

Then the ears hear a slight brush of leaves.
You turn your head looking quickly into the dark.
Nothing is there yet the hair stands up on your arms.

You try to outrun the thing following you.
It matches your every move.
Your heart beats so hard you can hardly breath.

You stop to listen.
You hear nothing but silence.
Until the leaves move again.

Your body spins around.
The sweat runs down your brow.
There is nothing there.

You climb the steps.
Fumbling the keys you stop to listen.
You hear the steps of shoes on the pavement.

You unlock the door.
Quickly you enter and shut the door.

Locking every lock, pulling all the shades.

You reach for the light switch and stop.
Your breathing is labored.
Your hearing sharp listening for anything.

As you touch the switch.
A hand touches yours.
Your heart beating so hard it is all you can hear.

Your hand is moved away from the switch.
You are moved away deeper in the dark.
You close your eyes as darkness takes you deeper.

Deep in the dark now you are gripped with terror.
The hand runs down your spine.
Chills follow the fingers down your spine and then back up.

As the hand moves in the darkness.
You hear one more slight click.
And then darkness fills your mind.

Artwork Credit: “Evengy Kuklev, Getty Images”