In the shadow of the morning
you will see my back.
Leaving with the sunrise.
Hoping it resembles the sign of something new.
Maybe brighter and warmer.

I may be walking to the sun,
or away from it in confusion.
Yet in the morning I shall leave.
In my mourning I will go.
Do not come to find me in my passing.

Morning will come and my presence shall be forgotten.
Faint strings of what once was
drifting in the wind of my trails.
Strings so small and fragile,
you may never notice they were there.

Beside me I see my shadow stretching;
the one thing beside me as I perform my act of vanishing.
I turn and watch as my shadow leaves my side and travels behind me.
Where it belongs,
in my new course of direction.

The friend of a shadow behind me.
It won’t come before me or beside me.
I’ll walk into the sun and hope it brings something.
Bring me light in my leaving morning.
I have found my new sunrise.