Shadows are created from words that are told,
As spirits pour out from souls with mold!
Into the ocean, rivers ooze!
They have no remorse for leaving blues;
Or no fear for where they may end;
Or trepidation if they find a friend.
Like the current of waves, they spread;
Like a bridge, where souls and hearts evade.
They meet in a circle and bond-
With one another in a pattern with sound.
In the intricacies of communication way-
To reach across the gap to pray!
Feelings are exchanged, fingers touch;
Thoughts connect in tradition’s such!
Like elders, stories are told;
And passed on to younger spirits, the bold!
With their imagination straining, so visible-
To envision the next passing phrase, so notable!
We speak to them. yes, our word-
That are told, cut like sword;
And becomes shadows like raindrop;
Or even thousand drop of diamonds in a cup;
Or a sea, unknown!
Unknown to others as the rainbow is shown!
The forgotten stories become-
But the feelings remain calm-
With us for our lifetime!
As words become shadows of our rhyme!! …