Shadow's Echo

Shadows lost in faint fades
and a distant dull thump
of something that was never there,
right in front
in the moment of now.

A sea of shining black
from a river of silence,
and a single drop of blood
in the muffled footsteps
of a silver sharp dream.

The walk weary waiting,
just a few steps ahead,
in slumber sleep stupor,
a dance trance of solitude
poisoned back into the night.

Then, in swift recognition,
on the edge of the moment,
the now twists to never,
and brief bliss shatters
into solitude shadows
once more.