My Shadow

My shadow's had a fit of rage,

Ain't seen her in a year.

I wish she'd be with me onstage

to watch the audience cheer.

My love of art gave birth to many

bright and marv'lous schemes;

Our audiences lacked in any

proper, childlike dreams.

One day, onstage, I did a dance,

while she sashayed from sight.

The children stared, the women gasped

at this new trick of light!

She stormed away, I did not see

so deafened by ovations.

Our audience saw only me,

the girl who shed restraints from

that horrid darkness we all have,

those imitating shades.

Youngsters fall asleep with lamps

in order to be safe.

My shadow's had a fit of rage,

Ain't seen her in a year.

I wish she'd be with me onstage

to watch the audience cheer.