Shadows
Sometimes these days I can recall
The shadows on my infant wall
Their childish menace fades away
Against the shadows of today
I had a dog, I called him Blue
He followed me as if he knew
Some secret I had not yet learned
About respect that is not earned
My father’s hands were large and worn
They dragged me from my comfort bed
And sent my senses spinning round
The tiny space within my head
My mother’s touch was soft and warm
For years she shielded me from harm
I still remember things she said
Her gentle kiss upon my head
And I remember Michael Flynn
My hands upon his soft brown skin
Beneath the stars one summer night
When all at once my world felt right
One step, one word, one look, one day
Instinctively I knew the way
To go, but now that time has passed
I have to question what I’ve lost
Against the sky I have no space
Amongst the clouds I have no place
But still I cast my shadow down
Along a street without a name