(A tribute to love between a father and son – in respectful memory of Ennis William Cosby)
On the road your life had traveled, a shadow draped about your feet.
Told you someone closely followed; made your focus more complete.
In the shade of love’s protection, grew the shadow unto his own,
And in time the shadow ended, for light was freely shown.
Though some thought, he was your shadow, you surveyed the truth sublime.
You, the object in position, would propel the light in time.
Now that road has changed forever, as a shadow of another kind,
Clothed in cape of dread and darkness, surpassed the body and the mind.
In the distance lies a tunnel where you’ll walk closed in from sound.
To protect from dark’s illusion of the sadness that’s been found.