Shadow angel of my world
Your steps deceive me
For once you must have been light
But you would fold me in your dark splendor
For how else would light return?
And to me would seem false that I could still find light
But it is in my smallness I am lost.
And your shadow has reawakened a fire in my soul.
My wish for strength then failed me.
But your ephemeral garb calls me on
And clouds thunder in your Elysian wake
Showing me strength now…
Sorrow has shadowed the sunrise
Once burning bright inside.
Now I see sorrow is the fan of your darkwing…
Over ash And embers…
There is no knowing your mystery
I only follow trailing light
The stars are more clear and bright
In your darkest night
Oh dearest closest, shadow angel!
Mason Trent is a poet, professional dancer and a storyteller. She started writing poetry and prose from a very young age. And has memorized and recited poems from Shakespeare to Rilke. Every year she is published as a guest of City College in their publication, “Poetry in Performance.” In 2009 she made a CD of “imaginary folk” story songs (“From Somewhere,”) written on her little papoose guitar. She also loves playing her Native American flute, live music, Nature, coaching students in dance and spending time with good friends.