Shadow Waltz

Born in brilliant rose dawn, when dreams were still possible, I'm a silent ebony shadow, who has never felt the fiery sun. In cool, dark regions I live, where colors have come undone. Yet, in this world of dazzle, it is I who ofttimes feels invisible. But I am all that it is, waltzing on the far side of gold beams, Until the time of my cheerful undoing, in the rich noon hour! Then flower scents whirl, as my creator flourishes his power, Before mellowed afternoon, when he lets me reign supreme!