Shades of Light

            I thought to catch the sun in a glass,
            so I set my eye where the shadows pass,
            and watched your rising, your setting,
            your dial, turning,
            your footsteps, yearning,
            in the length of your shade, forgetting
            
            that I, too, am shadow, and soon will set,
            that my glass, catching your sun as yet,
            spills over with rain where the sundrops fall,
            where still you seem,
            as in a beam,
            to sparkle there, and heed my call.
            
            But when your shadow comes, sunlight fades,
            the strike of footsteps replaced with spades,
            my sun, buried in a shroud of night.
            But soon I, shadow too,
            will catch the passing sun for you,
            and bury night
            in shades of light.