Isaac,
My old red shadow,
You've always been with me,
The man I look up to,
And the man I was afraid to be.
You're wisdom and knowledge,
You're courage and confidence.
My caricature of the sage,
My model of animus.
Julie,
My young blue shadow,
You've seldom been here with me,
To give the love I look for,
To heal the man I could be.
You're kindness and giving,
You're sympathy and listening.
My caricature of the servant,
My model of anima.
