Between Shadows

 

 

 

 

 

In the cave there exists shadows of mystery

 

A place of unknowable questions

And answers waiting for life

 

Where do the caverns go

What matters are found there

Does darkness keep hidden all its throes

 

Who knows if shadows thrive within

Waiting for light to set them free

 

Does the abyss have rings

to climb down into the inferno

Or might there be a secret path

leading up to paradise

 

Might one carry a candle that will cast out the shadows

To then follow in beguiled manner

 

Do specters exist in meaningless ignominy

Waiting a timeless wait

For the light rays to form their shapes

Upon the cave’s ceiling as flying blackbirds;

Or across the cave’s walls as fleeing wildebeest;

Or perhaps slithering on floors as menacing serpents

 

Is there an outside beyond the dark grotto

Or is this place of shadows inside behind the mind

 

Is the opening an exit that leads out

or will it merely lead into another formless chamber

 

What does it mean when the opening

Goes from light to dark and then dark to light

Should we follow the dark into the dark

Or will there be freedom once there is a light to follow

 

And the shadows that may follow

Are they images of truth or of reflections in fantasy

 

Will the shadows then live in eternal obscurity

Once existence falls away unto death’s arms

 

Do shadows die or do they live between