They entertain my innocent little eyes,
As the candle light curves, so do they.
A dancing twist with a dancing kiss,
With their feet they glide,
With their hands they fly,
They show the beauty in darkness,
Moving with unmatched grace.
With the way they move, they spoke to me.
Smiles and giggles, that's how I reached out.
The walls have become a tapestry of art.
I wished that it were forever,
But as nights have a beginning,
They also have an end when they break apart.
I tried looking for them, one night after another,
But they no longer attended to my lonely cradle.
Later, it became clear and visible to see,
As darkness fell,
Shadows came,
They do surround, but their form is unknown to me.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoetryThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
