Me And My Shadow

 

Does the sun exist?  Beyond the shadow of a doubt.  But not, perhaps, beyond the doubt of a shadow.

This sun you speak of, my shadow asks,

 This invisible light in the skies,

Why does it never reveal itself?

Why does it hide from my eyes?

This thing that supposedly gave me birth,

This lantern somewhere above,

Why do I never feel its warmth?

Where, for me, is its love?

How to my shadow do I respond?

How, when the day is done,

To a shadow vanishing into the night

Do you prove there exists a sun?

Of Life, Love and Recollection

Perhaps, because life is but a moment, it is insignificant, or, perhaps, because life is but a moment, it is momentous.

You spend years learning what's important and one heart-stopping moment learning what's more important.

It is said that you only get one life.  Actually, you get only one birth and one death.  How many lives you squeeze in is up to you.

 

Love can be a conversation about nothing, or it can be a quiet comfort in each other's presence that is about everything.

What we see in an old family photo is not just a still moment in time but a moment when there was still time.

Ah, nostalgia!  We live our days in the glare of the sun and recall them in the glow of the moon.

from Reflections