She sits with me and holds my hand, no need for words, is our way.

As we stand in the sunlight

While we stand in the beautiful day.

 

Her inspiration mirrors mine. She is my dark, silent muse

Affirming as I stumble upon an idea

Nodding when I say yes to the words.

 

She stands in silence, clutching my soul in her fist.

Does she know things I don’t?

Will she notice what I’ve missed?

 

She is bull headed, goes the opposite way of the sun.

My bolder, yet quieter side

The younger, intrepid one.

 

It has taken many years for me to get to know her, my brooding twin.

But, I love my shadow.

I love the darkness within.