I am but a shadow, a shadow amongst shadows, fleeting, hushing along in darkness still. And yet, moon bright, guiding light, watches my path even when I hide underneath the cover of the night. I am here, I am gone, nothing but footprints leading towards silence deep, towards a resting place amongst the lilies of the night. I am but a flutter, a heartbeat, a barely audible echo, like sonar sounds emitted by the hunters of the night. Despite my passing nature, my frail existence, moon bright, guiding light, seeks to enlighten my path, that I may not fall before my time, before I reach fragrant resting grounds of myriad flowers clothed in deep dark purple. And for that, bearer of light divine, you have my sincerest gratitude. But I beg of you this that before dawn breaks you carry my whispering heart, lift it from the lilies of the night towards lapis lazuli sky. Promise me this so that I shall walk beneath your silver light, moon bright, head held high in gentle stride watching shadows passing by.
© Thorsten Becker