Regretting Shadows

The moonlight
shimmers off the rain drops
onto the hard pavement.

The sound of matted feet
colliding against padded street
fills the air over and over again.

A soft sigh floats away
from quivering lips
it swims through the air
searching for a place
not known.

Slowly the head drops down
as it is want to do
as if staring at ones' feet
will give clarity to where
one is going.

The rain is not all that is dropping
as saline thoughts of sailing
run through his mind
and moments in Maine mainly
overshadow the shadows across
his landscape.

I want to scream out: don't fear
I want to reach out, and bring him near
I want to talk about all that we find dear

In the end, sometimes we need to stare
at our feet, amongst the shadows
to finally realize:
shadows can't exist without
a source.

You can either look down and
live in the realm of shadows
or
reach out and end the source
or
turn around,
and in facing the light
leave it all behind you.