An echo of the night
where my heart
dreamed of a destiny
lingered at the edges
of every waking moment
like a shadow that I
could do nothing with

Was it playful
and mischievous
like Peter Pan's?
Or dreadful and demanding
like the Phantom?

It carried a song
both whimsical and dark
It was elusive and yet
It was always present

I felt it watched me
without eyes
It was waiting
Wondering at my path
Trying to predict my steps
and reluctantly following

Every night
I became the shadow
of my own heart
and the dream
I could not shake
reattached itself
once more

Someday
I shall catch it
I will wrestle it
and I will win
though I may not
come out of the fight
the same as
when I went in