A word can turn to thoughts,

Over any amount of time,

And, in time,

Those thoughts will follow you

Like a shadow

                               Slanted

                                                 Off to the side—

Enough to catch your eyes—

On a cool September night,

When the leaves are full

But the wind is crisp:

A reminder Fall is on its way.

So the leaves rattle and shake,

Shake and rattle,

Hoping for one more summer day—

But hope is hard to find

When death is on its way.

A word can turn to thoughts,

Over any amount of time,

And, in time,

Those thoughts will follow you

Like a shadow

                     dancing!

In a field                        of daisies,

While you dance in them too;

On a warm summer day,

When the sun is so low—

It melts the sky

Like cinnamon wax

And warms the grass

Like hugs from the past

From someone you beloved...

For love is never lost

When it's sent from up above.

Words—words that turn

To thoughts—

Over any amount of time,

Can be the difference between

A shadow in the day

Or a shadow in the night,

But, no matter the word,

Remember:

You control the light.