The Wandering Shadow

I am a shadow, a contour without peace,
The aching echo of a body that was mine.
I recall the step, the truthful form I knew,
Now scattered far away, a silent goodbye sign.
I wander through lights, on walls and down the ways,
Each passing figure is a tremor, a deceptive haze.
I seek the source of my vital energies,
My creator, my sweet deep yearning.
I dream of the embrace, the perfect fusion bright,
A new soul, a single reality’s light.
But I am only a black fragment that waits alone,
Lost in time, within the immensity unknown.