Dream’s friend
Illusion’s sister
Originally your shadow
Yet always in front of you
As formless as light
As restless as wind
Between you and her
She keeps her distance always
Like flying birds outside the window
Like floating clouds in the sky
Like butterflies by the river
She is sly and lovely
When you rise, she flies away
You ignore her, and she nudges you
She is always with you
To your dying breath.
