Shadow

Is it not so strange
When a eery calm sets in life
Yet a storm brews within it
when the world is no more than a very small place
though so crowded it may be

when the strangest of thoughts makes more sense
than the simplest of them
when five senses dont make any sense
and you think of the sixth one
that which is shared with someone else

when the beautiful is never beyond you
when your eyes shun away from that which alluded you
and brings down the head foundation

when you feel you could walk seven skies
and bring seven stars if asked
when reason parts far away from thought,
and when hopes transgresses them both,

The moments, the minutes, the seconds
when the walk not the roads end that matters,
love is but a word for many,
But if it meant the shadow of my self
that without their is no meaning to my life,
you are the one i mean at heart,
will you walk with me this road?...