Now, some
of us find that special someone to share our lives and others never do, while
some of us find him or her only to lose them again. Death is a part of life, and loss is hard to bear, ye loved ones live on in our mind-body-spirit, always there to comfort, advise and reassure if only we care to listen.
Whatever,
most of us have dreams that are more than shadow play but life companions.
This poem
is a villanelle.
SHADOW PLAY, COMPANIONS FOR LIFE
Always
with me, life companion
(true
love so far, so near);
a tall
shadow dancing on its own
Left half-awake
in my bed alone,
it whispers
poems in my ear;
always
with me, life companion
Above, a
jet plane’s sleepy drone
promises
nothing to fear;
a tall
shadow dancing on its own
No tears
for a lonely half-person
whose way
ahead unclear;
always
with me, life companion
Come day,
night, sun and moon,
its
presence strong and dear,
a tall
shadow dancing on its own
Asleep,
lovers on a plane flown
where
summer lasts forever;
always
with me, life companion,
a tall
shadow dancing on its own
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2012
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