free form

my shadow is on the wall
my shadow is on the crawl
it can't hear me call
it can't see me fall

in the space between the shadow
is the deep void of space
and melodies of the old crow
hollowing out my hole

and my shadow is deeper than my soul
where my shadow is deeper than my soul
lies the battle of a begging ghoul
and the silence of a lion's howl

a young woman's voice cries out
dampened behind buldging eyes and snout
tears are anything but an empty vapor
steaming from the shadows of her failure

then my shadow has started to fade
when the sun goes down my shadow is made
the darkness of night is how i see bright
colors through the vision of shaped shadows

the sun has risen, far from this land
casting shadows of trees tall and grand
past the lake and by the sea
i watch them turn under me

let me sing with a great bellow
for i am the wayfaring swallow