The Shadow Walker

I try to think of funny words, to make this song seem bright,
i try to think of rhyming things, to make this poem light,
in the grasp of a block in my pen, my ink refuses to flow,
in verse i convey to you my friend, just how much a part of me you have grown,
you will have to make do with poorly formed phrases,
for with the truth, i fear i am not a very poetic person.

She walks alone on a moonlit beach,
searching for something she alone can see,
her feet seem to glide on the delicate sands,
making an impression only where she wants to,
a shadow walker, the only one ive seen,
picking apples from a grove of trees,
picking and choosing, only the sweet ones she keeps,
the sour and bitter to the ground lay rotting.

This shadow walker shall confound us yet, for look she weeps a lonely tear,
as many apples as she clings to herself,
what she wants is something more dear,
another soul to understand her, i wonder,
or is it another soul to scorn,
you will always be an enigma shadow walker,
for so you were born.

As my musings of her grow longer,
days and nights seem to merge as one,
is this odd, i wonder to myself, to have ones thoughts occupied by only one,
and yet again i console myself,
if anyone deserves it, she is one.
again i try and again i try, to understand what she is,
at first it started out as a curious experiment, to see what kind of person this is,
one with all the bad habits it seems, the very person who is different.

one day we met online again, the shadow walker and i,
we traded the usual funny stuff, to show each other the skills of tongue,
it was not clear how it started, but from then on something new arose,
i no longer tried to understand her out of curiosity,
i grew a need to empathize.

Aha, shadow walker, i have unveiled you i cried,
now we shall see what lies inside,
cruel and haughty i looked through to veil,
to find an ugly bearded grinning face.
A man inside, i mused awhile, my understanding clouded with stupidity,
looking again i knew what it was,
my friend, what i saw, was a mirror inside.

THIS IS DEDICATED TO THE SHADOW WALKER, AN ENIGMA TO THOSE WHO CANNOT SEE.