Shadow light touches me, awakes this life,

Warms the window, light touching at my head.

The wall shapes an hourglass of my wife.

As I stand, the light trails in my stead.

My shadow dances ‘gainst backdrops, slips to,

There, conscience, memory, history, all,

Silent partner to my movements, tilts to,

My trials, ambitions, triumphs, love’s fall.

In all my acts, what would you say, fine friend?

Do you choose to lead instead of follow?

Or severe by magic, extinguish, end?

Which cruel beast doth move? Who, the most hollow?

Sleep, fall two foes, weary jousts disappear

Let dreams salve, be a poultice ’til day nears.

NOTE: https://thevarsity.ca/2016/10/16/for-the-love-of-sport/

 

 

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