Chasing Shadows

Chasing Shadows

A hazy movement passes by,
darting through the night,
like a shadow from the clouds,
a silent arrow's flight.

It's chasing after something,
perhaps it's just a dream,
or a flickering of shadow
like a ripple in a stream.

It's in pursuit of something,
a longing that can't be seen.
It forges ever onward
like a thought that's never been.

It's fleeting like a memory,
from another place and time.
A will-o-the-wisp that's running,
after something undefined.

It's just a whisper of a sound,
like wind across my ears;
a dream, a hope or memory,
that's been following me for years.

I hope that it is worth it,
for it preys upon my fears,
like something missing deep within
the shadows of my tears.