OK, since I am at work in the OA office... I don't have FTP access. So this will eventually find its way to Dreams, but for now... enjoy. This is the first poem I have written this semester... thank god something finally got me thinking...
I'm already starting on a partner poem.


The scattered streetlights
encourage surrounding shadows
to fall all around me.

I walk-
Hands in my pockets
wondering how a shadow feels
walking around at night.

Shouldn't it be sleeping
Like its mother, the sun?
Its world is in the light


The moon has not yet
gained the love and approval
of the shadow

But to still find it wandering around
in displaced,
artificial lignt?


I keep walking
My pen's shadow is now awake too

My stride becomes slower
less balanced
awkward
And my shadow bumbles along
mocking my now-lazy movements

It's too warm to be january
and too light for me to be
writing at night as I walk alone
heading home

The sky looks bitter
a dull brown and red
like the sun hasn't really set yet

But it has
only it's reflections are left
to remind me
what i should be feeling
in the dark

The streetlights don't listen, though
they still insist on my shadow being present.
No matter how slow I walk.

My physical state
isn't flattering to my soul
My shadow does it real justice
i would rather see it
than my reflection in the mirror.

It is unwise for me to walk
alone in the pseudo dark of night
But stories my mind has already written
to myself
assure me that i will be safe


A dusty, stale sort of light
comes from the life of far away
Its distance is visible
not very inviting, but more flattering than the bright,
rude light that i walk under now

From far away I feel the water of the sky approaching
my walking actually approaches the oceans of the sky

I turn blindly into the clouds
the stale light of far away ishidden
And my words and shadow
get smeared in the rain


But i am still walking