Shadows...

The darkness comes from outside

And sifts through the windows

And I throw a few more coals on the fire

And the table and the closet

And all that once felt stable

Melts into shadows on the walls

Our dreams of yesterdays

Becomes melancholic and shady

As reality works by the hour

We plan our own structures

But the slayers are involved

And our dreams become shadows on the wall

On the rhythm of an organ,

Comes an off-beat separation

But everything is good

Because love is a just a fire

En then the fiery courtship

Take us all to court

Because love becomes a shadow on the wall

Dressed in black and white

In a procession to the unknown

We all wonder how much longer it will be

We live in reverse

With the coffin in the attic

And life becomes a shadow on the wall

The darkness comes from outside

And sifts through the windows

And I throw a few more coals on the fire

And my feet and my hands

Become old-known countries

And form shadow-maps on the wall

And then before we know it

The world becomes a shadow on the wall

An ever-fading shadow on the wall…

Interpreted from “`n Skadu teen die Muur – Koos du Plessis”