When shadows fade

Shadows
come from the trace
lines of darkness formed by light surrounding
the silhoutte of the forms and shapes

when shadows fade
the light brings the day
unveiling the forms of the shadows seen
the clarity of true forms comes

though it's unclear what we see
sometimes we still linger in the forms of things unseen
not knowing what truth lies beneath it all
till shadows fade away

strugling through life's questions
unrevealed though many times lingered
they stay the same, all unnamed
when shadows fade

unwilling to be seen
no trace of what's inside of me
hiding and standing where the light is dimmed and behind
that blinds the eyes from the silver line of light

still searching
wanting to be seen
but i can't wait till the sun goes up and that's all i have
when shadows fade

flowers blooming (choices, left and right)

I look each day
they grow day by day
i see and marvel at their beauty
a rose without thorns is hard not to pick
but a rose with thorns is true and pure
side by side they grow alike
the gardener cannot decide which to pick
as a pleasant gift

i lie in wait for him to choose
the one he feels is best and suits
both are seemingly strong and bright
as the sun light touches their petals
they glow as if the day has not unfold

a bed of roses?
yes life is.. with thorns and thrones
sticks and stones
they break my bones
and words last for a time unknown
some make you fly but some you'll cry
i wish that mine would lift them high