Come the dawn my shadow dances.
He approaches me to say:
"get up, get up you sleepy head
come sift through the meadows today!
He says"
"Wishes are true, as true as gold,-
and moments have a way of folding in."
*
The shadow people take the wind
by it's tail
to spin out a new day
with moments to spare.
They say:
"Wishes are true, as true as gold.
And moments have a way of folding in"
*
Come the noon hour my shadow rests
and asks of me:
"come, contemplate the silence with me,
and penetrate it
as you know best!"
*
Come the evening hours
my shadow goes,
though where he goes
no-body knows.
Yet when I sleep, he slips me dreams
from where it is he somehow flees.
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