my shadow on the wall,
what stories you could tell,
and the things that you have seen,
so spin the tale well.
A thousand days of wandering
a soul in pure delight
like golden hawks and eagles
and dreams that dance in flight.
I saw a ship go out to sea,
how the gulls were screaming
I listened and it wasn't dark,
no wrongness in their meaning.
my shadow on the wall,
what stories you could tell,
and the things that you have seen,
so spin the tale well.
I came apon a wishing well,
and make a wish I did
I wished the whole world well,
and good luck for without end.
And never have I seen,
what couldn't be called bright,
for shadows mean nothing but,
nearby there is light.