Poem: A Shudder of Shadows

In my youth, in my lucid dreams of self,
I was a piercing white light,
Scarcely outlined in human form.
In this way I overcame the anger and the fear.

I have traveled into dark gray shadow,
The soul faintly lite by the echoes of myself.
I have traveled darkly
And then returned to shades of gray.

I am a shudder of shadows now,
The piercing white light flares over the dim gray,
A remembrance of unworkable absolutes,
A recognition of the realities and reconciliations
And, thus far, the eternal transitions between.