Long Are The Shadows Poem by James McLain

This is my shadow.
The shadow across the wall,
moving it is walking.
Before me it whispers to you what it is.

I call out.
I grasp out excessively.
And in closing the lid it is tight.
It is not possible to come.
I can not come from behind tonight.

I have long known what it is.
The ocean of love which before becomes empty.
Although it emptied believes.

It crosses, inside it is deep.
What it believes and this which you feel.
Completely it pulls,
and pushed never seperated.
That from long stays together never apart.