Loner poet

Song of the Dancing shadow

The sun sets and the moon rises

The breeze begin its melodic symphony

Leaves are but a helpless passenger in it's grasp

Within the night they rise and rejoice in glee

The terrors and figures that cost most to flee

From building to building they go with haste

Their dance is one that is performed with beautiful grace

Who are these phantoms that appear at night

From where does these mysterious figures begin their flight

Waving and flickering within the pale moons glow

Retreating and leaving as the dawns first rays show

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    May those shadows still dance within your words LP.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    ok, so erm this is easy: you're awesome!
    and thank you
    for choosing to share, dear poet



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