You passed again today
through my wandering mind
your dusty shadow
shimmering in the graying light
I followed among the scattered leaves
that blow with whispers
so near the winds of thought
and wonder where you lead
Yet there is a ray of simmering light
amidst the darkened hollow
that echos in my brain
A day will come
when you shall stop
and slowly turn around
And in this precious moment
my eyes will finally learn
who hides behind the chase