More Shadows

Shadows dispeled by rays of the sun
weaken in morning, when the day has begun.
Sifting through trees as hair through a brush,
strands of light leave no room for dusk.
No room for darkness, no room for sorrow
My past is behind me, today is tomorrow.
Free from the past is free from the night
As free as the bird who sings without words
I stare at the trees I so yearn to climb
not moving at all, in fear of the fall.