Following a Shadow

I am still stumbling in your footsteps;

I see you, but you’re out of reach,

I call you, but in my heart only

Because I know you do not want to hear;

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Forever following a shadow;

Exhausted, falling to my knees

Onto the mountain path lost in clouds,

Your back forever turned on me;

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And driven mad by this ringing silence –

Yours and mine, and this of the space around –

I fail to realise we’ve long since made it off the mountain,

And there’s no need to live a life so loveless;

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Yet, I’m still walking in blurred footsteps

On mountain paths that my imagination draws,

Forever chasing the changing shadows,

Whose backs, turned on me, feel like yours

Remember

Monsoon, my son, whom do you weep for?

You know I’m happy, don’t you, where I am?

You breathe out gusts of wind so wild and lethal,

They scream that you remember who I am

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I am the tree that stands alone inside your anger

A ghostly shape inside your ghastly storm

I am the river flowing through the mountains

Your clouds can’t reach – a kingdom of my own

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I am a peasant in the field and god of nature

I am in every thing you water with your rains

I’m happy and I’m proud that you weep for me

It tells me you remember who I am

The Home City

I am your caged sunsets

And melting grey snows,

Your sick, soaring highways

And thin, flightless crows;

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I am your pale faces,

And ever-rushing feet;

I am your gas shackles,

Your old madman’s grip;

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I’m the shallow breath feeding

Your collapsing lungs;

I am your heart pumping

Cold blood in black lumps;

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I’m the unwilling heiress

To your granite grandeur,

To your history’s jewels,

Its demons and debts;

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Your prodigal daughter is back –

Let me in!

I tried to run from you,

But how,

When I’m your kin?