The light shifts, always changing Never beginning never ending It is shades of gray, and black Melding, mixing, becoming more Walking among it is like being in a fog A deep mist that swirls leaving a Cool dampness on the skin Not uncomfortable, not quite pleasant Always accompanied by the creature At his side who blends in with the shadows All that shows is the amber glow of his eyes He guides the man, who is master? Carrying no map, using a single flame For a torch, he wanders in the shadows Searching for the answers he seeks And acting as guide to those who are lost He is gentle, in his wisdom as he Guides us through the shadows Not asking questions, but revealing answers Teaching us how to interpret the shades Let him live long and love well As he is the shadow walker The one who knows, the one who accepts He knows the shadows, let him show you. A poem by Tammy� 2000 music: "Learning To Fly" - Pink Floyd