Colin F. Jones

SHADOW AND LIGHT

I am it seems of shadow,
and of light.
Of detail sad,
and yet of fond delight.
More oft my pleasure
may precede the night,
yet sorrow
dims the motions of its flight,
that in the darkness
where the light declines,
there grows the complex issues
of my rhymes.

Such thoughts do come
Drop by drop,
they leak from inner self
that self cant stop,
to cause a tide
that ebbs and flows as verse,
to drown one
in its flood of joy and curse.
For that which rises to a wave
doth fall,
to crash upon the shore,
to grope and crawl;
to, to and fro
while soaking into sand,
vanishing as wasted effort,
none understand.