Myself I shadow show to friend and foe.
I do not know the part that stops the light
but something changed and I am slow to grow
into another understanding bright.

Things loved before now bore both less and more.
I do not roar the certainties of youth
but seek to satisfy with soar and pour
into the ever smaller cask of truth.

Some future fear I hope will not appear.
I do not veer with ease avoiding fate
but need to cling to what is near and dear
into the ignorance of final state.

If only present would present sure choice,
at least a part of me could still rejoice.

- Robert Stone, 12 January 2014