Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
Your shadow standing towards the sun (sunrise) and your shadow standing with your back to the sun (sunset).
‘Your shadow’ might be a metaphor for death, or the passage of time.
In the morning of life the shadow of nothing follows behind—the memory of nothing. In the evening of life the shadow of nothing looms before—the presage of nothing. Each is a reflection of the other. Each reflects a handful of dust, which is all that memory came from and all that memory will return to—nothing.
“Morning” could be a pun on “mourning,” bringing connotations of death and despair to a contrasting new day.
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