Shadows on a wall twist with light.
They dance on desolate plains.
Creeping through the gray of night,
they walk and run playing games.
Streaking and gliding, they slip through cracks.
Morning light is on its way.
They sneak a ride on someone's back
while trying to hide from the light of day.
A ray of sunshine finds its way through,
A bright spotlight in the sky.
Birds are waking, people too.
As another day starts, the shadows die.
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 11:37 PM UTC
Shadows on a wall twist with light.
They dance on desolate plains.
Creeping through the gray of night,
they walk and run playing games.
Streaking and gliding, they slip through cracks.
Morning light is on its way.
They sneak a ride on someone's back
while trying to hide from the light of day.
A ray of sunshine finds its way through,
A bright spotlight in the sky.
Birds are waking, people too.
As another day starts, the shadows die.