Playing with solitude

In your early hours you would dally playfully
With your solitude, speaking in second person
As fluorescent words crawled in  mind's depths
That meant nothing to your body or your ghost

Words that are your solitude,the very shadow
That followed your little boy in a trail of doubts
Of whether it was this or that, shadow or dust.

There is no shadow of dust, only a shadow in dust
Afternoon rising shadow that rises to a horizon
To disappear into the hills as a picture in frame
In mind that will be dust, steeped in mere words
That will soon be dust in the shadows of words.