There he goes pacing, this young man, 
I see his shadows through the shades; 
Drawn to lift them but didn't dare 
For then his face he hid and fled 

I know my shadow is all he'd see 
From behind the blinds that us divide 
He reaches out and reaches in 
His arms are weak, too frail and thin 

He cries out with all his being 
Screaming, cursing, with voiceless words; 
They fly and hurtle towards me, 
Scratching, gouging, making craters. 

'Why?' he asks, the eternal, WHY? 
Flailing his arms against that sky. 
I reply with hoarse crackling sounds, 
Noises of one without the answers. 

I stand before him fixedly, 
Stared down the shadow at myself 
It is dark in there, in his room 
But at night this Youth's windows glow. 

At the time when all is quiet, 
What is it he might be doing? 
He reaches in and reaches out, 
Arms not needed to block the sun. 

The shades roll up of their own will, 
No blinding light to sear his face 
And then his sparkling eyes meet mine, 
His silent words bestowing life.