Soft sunlight casts my shadow before me as I walk. It is the shape of my being, and like me, it is empty.
In my minds eye, I fill the shape with dreams of running, dancing. Being full.
I stop on the path and watch as it slowly fades to nothing with the setting of the sun.
Thank you, Jo-Anne.
ReplyDeleteAh, empty shadows to be able to fill with dreams. Wonderful take on words. What's fading the shadow or the dreams? I really like this one. There is loads there to consider...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Barb. I really appreciate you liking how I left it open-ended, so you could interpret it how you liked.
DeleteIt felt sad to me...like you were filling the shadows with dreams only to see them disappear again. Could go either way. I like your telling of the story.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment, Maggie. I'm glad you could feel the sadness in it. Your interpretation is the viewpoint I was writing from.
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