Shadows

Staccato images reflected in black Negative copies of light Ballet of abandonment Homage to the night Twisting, twirling never resting Flickering in the shallow dusk No substance to restrain them Just willow wisps of husk Fleeting pictures of something known Carbon copies of short term thought Liquid limbs, faceless faces Foundations are what they sought Clinging to the walls and ceilings At natural things they seem to scoff You can almost hear their silent screams When we turn the light switch off Yet still they wait in quiet slumber For when they are born again For all they need for resurrection Is a ray of light to be maintained And so these every present shadows That dance to the candles flow Our constant companions Who through our breath; life bestowed.