Metanoia

Shadows

         Shadows

Coax revelation from
the shadow splinters.
Pan shouts for Wendy-lady
to sew them into eternity;
trades tomorrow
for today's continuity.

He harvests shadows
of reality; releases time
from linear confines,
sprinkles pixy sparkles
on the wind.

Gathering inward
shadow souls of flight—
flying, flying at a standstill
as the sun sets,
blending shadows
into night’s unending heart.