A Shadow Bright

Sixty months ago I saw it first

A quick, dark form upon light ground.
Without any actual solidity
It sort of simply burnt around,
Coloring that ground
With not a tiny sound.

Now that darkling flowing back
Swam in circular motion,
Upon slight twirling on my own part,
Dizzy as I was, it spun round my mind,
My thoughts in commotion
With this crazy notion.

But now as I try to look around
Nothing such as that form I spy.
Without a doubt, a vanishing act
Without any match, and that's a fact.
My shadow, who was going to stay
Has truly, finally, flown away.

Without a plan, without a thought.
What I should do, I just don't know.
I want my loyal shadow back.
How I wish to watch it flow,
Around and around
Upon that ground.

A shadow bright, until this line
Had missed my presence so divine.
The beginning of eternity,
The end of time and space,
I'm at the start of every end,
And the end of every place.