Lexi's Poetry Challenge

Harvesting Shadows

My feelings are not that of my former self,
for with the wind doth blow my emotions,
my former loves of a former life have moved on,
but I am only harvesting shadows.

When the sun sets on a chapter in the book of time,
so ends the moment in which my eyes fell for another,
stare back into the forest of shadows of former love,
and I am harvesting shadows.

The moment is now, but the memories are forever,
I have walked for miles on the path of life,
but never venture off the beaten path,
but I turn back on occasion, to harvest the shadows.

Once a wise action cannot always be reversed,
when the weather of emotion starts to cloud,
and in this storm are shadows that have been touched,
but the maelstrom moves,
the the shadows will be harvested again.