Member Poem

Shadows fascinate me,
in so many obscure ways,
facet on reflection,
where decline might,
under other circumstances,
be considered as,
ample space for,
deep seat idler who,
has this someday one day, 
blurred slant which is, 
quite another opulent  conjecture,
to retreat possibly withdraw,
from some mystifying veil,
on broad sabbatical,
then our sudden dawning,
should I hope,
lead variegated shadows,
being seen as less cocoon,
and more a golden,
born-again plot