Shadows*

Shadows

Trusting to the gold standard

The silver standard

Strands of silk

Waving in the breeze

Bright blue water

Sun glaring

High powered wake

Disturbing tranquility

I am what I am, am I?

That’s what you think, they think

But how much of me is what I am not?

But would be?

Treading heavily

On consecrated ground

Floating heavenly

Where there is air

Sinking into civility

Living

To die another day away.