When she walks on by that is beautiful.
With something about her, I cannot ignore.
My eyes follow her blinklessly into blinding light.
With something about her, I can gaze.
Her perfect form eclipses the sunlight,
and I am cast into the lonely dark of her past.
Light and shadow cannot coexist…
Light is the warmth that leads
and I the frigid shadow that follows…
She doesn’t notice me lingering
in our gloomy past behind her…
My eyes alone follow.
And in her shadow, I freeze…
And of the past, I remember…









Nice take on the old battle of light and shadow. Not overdone, yet with plenty of detailed lines to make it strong.
well done.