Shadows like the dawn of day dance as the willow branches in the sunset.
They are where ever, to the eyes that look, the mind that seeks, and the ears ever listening.
The smile upon the face of the harvest moon in the night skies, dashing and skirting the clouds of change, foreboding a time for reflection and the hope of new things to come.
Take comfort my Luv, for as a shadow I am walking with you.
Listening, consoling, embracing.
Breathing as you breathe, tears as you cry, and joyous elation in your laugh.
I am where ever you need me: at your beck and call.
Whilst my physical being may not be visible always, my true form as a shadow shall forever be with you, comforting, trusting, and caring for you.
Author-Shadow