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Monday, July 15, 2013

Shadows of your Soul ...

Slowly following the river all the way down to the sea,
a grey horse and a quiver filled with red-feathered arrows ...

Picking up a track here and there, a slender footprint,
long dark hair caught in the dryness of a Tea-tree bush ...

She's running ... for the first time ... he's catching up,
hunting for years ... then suddenly, her eyes disappeared ...

Nights without her eyes in the light of small fires,
the whisper of her breath in his neck ... all gone ...

He pushes the horse in the heat of the day,
hoping to catch her in a moment of weakness ...

All those years of tracking, watching her eyes,
those eyes in the shadows ... in the light of a fire ...

Now she's running, running like the wind,
she has left the comfort of small fires ...

She's running, running to get away,
forever .....................................

He suddenly stops in the shadows of a Baobab tree,
... if he captures her, she'll die a slow death ...

Why, why is he tracking her ... wanting her,
while finding her, is the death of her ...??

Running around in circles, searching the shadows,
all she wants ... for you to see ...

Finding all those tracks already in your heart,
the Shadows of your Soul, the streams of your Being ...

You can search and track all you want,
when you find it, you'll want more ...

She has left you, because you saw something,
... those tracks in the Shadows of your Soul ...

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