We are shadows only, leaving
No real mark of our soft passing.
Leaving only hollow echoes
Fading slowly between then and now.
Memories are small and fragile.
Lost amongst the magnitude of what
Ought to be remembered as days
Go by, falling one after another
Into the heaping past. Lost to recall
In the deepening mists of a time
Going far beyond what reaching fingers
Could ever hope to touch even once again.
Now we shift and fade as the sun rises up
Taking our hiding places away. Shining light
Into all those dark corners where we hid
From what was to come, to take us out
Into the full glare of the daytime,
And memory, and now, and everything
We always wanted to run away from.