The Shadow

If I were a rock, I wouldn’t

Keep your passing shadow’s trace;

If I were an endless river,

I would carry not for days

/

On my ever-changing body

Stains of tears nor scars from curses:

Your hard words would disappear

Like in a swift current — stones;

/

If I were a desert wind,

I’d but brush past you on my way

To the ball cold starts are having

In the middle of nowhere;

/

If I were the blue of heavens,

Our lifelines would never cross:

Mine — the immovable horizon,

And yours — the curve of the spinning Earth;

/

I am not a rock nor river,

I can’t be like skies or winds,

Which was why I must have let you

Come to mean so much to me;

/

Still, I stand while time flows through me,

Rushed forth by the gale and breeze,

Night devours the darkest shadows,

So from yours I’ll soon be free

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