two shadows

two shadows walk home at midnight

one comes from the pond across the park

a scarlet summer in the July moonlight

another arrives beneath the forest bark

they listen to the clocks in their free time

and wait till the hands have been set right

they fall asleep to the hum of wind chimes

ignoring the monarch in blithe flight

pitch ink, they glide onward, aglow as pale silver sprites

two shadows walk home at midnight

they’re now too far from where they flew their kites

one holds the hot lamplight high and then higher

it’s a tempting sight to see

two shadows walking home at midnight

singing let it be, let it be, let it be

once more they waltz in silence, a unison of nothing less

to the sides, they sway in rhythm

to say they’re here and we’re the ones that are blessed

it’s when you meet these two shadows

you'll understand much more

it’s when you know these impish strangers

you’ll open those fair locked, drawn doors

in the dog day frost of early dawn

the dewdrops that hang from grass

two shadows graze their teeth upon

and scorch the earth with their looking glass

leave the shadows to roam forever

towards the superstitious end of day

turn away from those strange shadows

for they’ll think of you as prey

two shadows walk home at midnight

they skip together hand in hand

two shadows stroll past the wood church cross

disappearing to another land

goodbye to the two strange figures

their silhouettes breaking spines

thank god we’re rid of the two shadows

or else they’ll have become mine