Cover - I

My shadow splits,
Unawares of where to turn.
It wears its smile unseen,
There is more than one light,
So it divides, with the weaker side
Always behind the screen.

Maybe it seems stronger,
The ambling flicker makes it last
A little longer. Who knows
About it's true shape or form?
It staggers behind the opaque glass,
Meant to see through,
But it had been miscast.

There had always been,
That split-second lag, slightly
Out of place. The almost-invisible
Contrast, between the actual pace,
And the actions of the veiled trace.
Face to face, the white-warm fleece-flag, nightly,
The two reconvene.
They think they are divisible,
As the gloom is unseen.