In the evening light,
Shadows come to walk across
The floors to the walls.
They seem to go
Wherever they seem to want.
They have no life,
Just odd shapes and shades.
But looking closely
And watching soundlessly,
The shadows seem
To take a breath.
The movement they do.
The slow flicker of darkness.
It all seems to know
What we think
Is a lie.
They seem to laugh
And joke about
Out of the fingers' touches.
A feel of a smile
Seems to show somehow.
A keeping of a secret
That we don't know,
They seem to hold.
It's like they are alive,
In their own way of mind.
But how can they be,
These shadows on the wall?
**And this is what happens when I stare at candle light to long. I something like this. ^ Comment and rate please.
