My Travel Companion

The sun rises
A shadow is cast
Long and distant
From the echoes of the past

A sundial self-made
This compass of shade
Gives me true bearing
Of direction I'm sharing

Light at high noon
Keeps it at bay
Hiding just underneath me
Waiting for its prey

My shadow keeps asking me
How shall I outline who you are
How do you want to project yourself
How narrow or how far

Afternoon it resurges
Tho not as strong
Short but growing
As time passes along

Why does it remind me
Of those my limitations
Its boundaries and parameters
This soul of shared habitation

In the twilight it begins to fade
A prelude to the dark it's made
To surround me in slumber
With the demons from far under

Do I harbor a twin
Its silhouette I am seeing
The mirror of my memory
The borders of my being

My shadow, my shadow
It followed my again today
My shadow, my shadow
I'll take it to my grave

The inhibitor of the impulsive
Regulator of the repulsive
The perpetual persistence
Of this shady existence