I don’t claim to be a poet AT ALL. However, when starting to write up a recent dream this is how it wanted to be written… who am I to argue?!

Shadow

I took my Shadow for a ride.

He’s heavy and oh, so very black.

I tell him,

Shadow, you’re too big for me to carry,

Especially on my bike.

I have these train tracks to drive along,

How can I bring you with?

It’s too much strain to take you there.

Would you please leave me alone?

.

Says my Shadow, You must take me,

I’m in your soul, you see

I’m really not so dense or scary.

Take me along, I’ll share the load.

.

And so I rode. It was not bad.

We talked ol’ Shad and I

About all the things I had kept down deep,

While he peddled as he said.

And when we came into the city

The load was gone, and in his place

A woman.

White and bright, she stood so tall.

She kissed me deep and I drank her in.

My Shadow becomes my Love.

Prompt: Write up one of your recent dreams. What is it telling you. You’ll know when the answer resonates.