Yin-yang
Black and gray
The white has slipped away

The shadow catcher darts
between the lives,
stealing
stealing
stealing
never giving

There’s nothing I can do
he slips a hand
into my path
Stick figures, hurriedly penned
vanish
one by one

The shadow catcher lies
under the midnight moon,
watching
watching
watching
never drifting
he can’t afford to sleep

As the wind girl casts a breeze through the oaks
and I spend more and more nights
without closing my eyes
The nights of the shadow catcher
are getting longer,
as countless lives are
running
running
running
out of time.