The Shadows of Forever.

In a corner of forever shining faintly far away Are the softly burning candles of a long forgotten play, Illuminating faintly every countenance of time Like a poem of contrition painting pictures with it’s rhyme, And each picture tells a story with the eloquence of life Some are wrapped in shades of glory, others cut you like a knife, Though when every page is painted, and its poetry is done The candles burn as brightly as the essence of the sun. And in that far off corner, shadows whisper of their dreams As they dance and bind together like a ballet of moonbeams, They remember when each shadow crept around the candle’s flame With a sense of self identity, though they all felt the same, Like corks upon the ocean, or like skylarks in the air They were partners in forever, for each shadow had a share, And the candles of forever shared the shadows sweet embrace Like a lace embroidered veil that clings so gently to a face. Yet sometimes in forever, there’s a temporary feel Like the scars of every evening that just never seem to heal, When the candles are extinguished, and the shadows join as one They just fall asleep together, as forever wanders on Through those never ending corridors that hide the light of day Where each wish is cast in silence, and each dream has flown away, And the spectres of forever keep on wandering through the night Until shining faintly once again, they see the candle’s light…