Shadows Growing Shorter
As the days go by,
the shadows grow smaller.
Even on Navami,
the branches no longer fill with bloom.
The year’s supply runs thin;
the heart does not fill,
and not everyone returns
when the season ends.
Some cross over,
forever—
to that distant shore,
becoming dwellers
of the blue and red beyond.
Day by day,
the world fills with emptiness—
and from this side,
as time drifts on,
the shadow keeps growing shorter,
and shorter still.
Now, no longer…
