sun shadow

in a cavern of my mind where roots of wisdom are born

gathers a surfeit of memories of when youth held

my hand tightly and my glass of juice was immortality

every moment was deplete of life’s trepidations  

and there was joy in the freedom of the wind that

filled my lungs as i would run like a deer in its meadow

and the angst of life had not yet laid its heavy arm upon

my shoulders

in this journey walking a step in step with me, t’was

a void in absence of a father's love, an anguishing was

awaiting to touch my soul as my life was assembling

and that emptiness of unrequited love lay dormant

in a chamber of my heart, later to evince like a shadow

cast by the lonely pearl of night but, for now, little was 

known of this, for it was never known

the most i ask and least of life, as Diogenes asked of Alexander:

not to stand in the way of the sun