To Watch a Shadow DancingbySilverwolf ©![]() To watch a shadow dancing To watch a shadow dancing Beneath the moons bright beams I sit on the old porch swing where rusty green metal once witnessed our love in the moonlight, and I smile. What brings a shade of joy, in this place on this night of infinite sorrow? I came here to cry, I miss you so, with lead in my heart and fear in my soul. Yet I smile. I didn’t notice her, slipping past me, as I slammed shut the door. I hadn’t seen her delicate form flit through the tremors of light and dark. I sat, unseeing eyes pressing the darkness near your garden, the dam across the hole in my heart breaching forth a river of pain and self-loathing as I remembered you here, now gone. A blacker night or mood would not be seen. I thought, images of you like slides on a screen passing my closed lids, fleeting though I grasped each one as if fearing to lose them all! My clouded soul stole life and light from each, cheating the love you gave so freely, using its warmth to further harden my heart. A bark, yours yet full of youth, and my black reverie shattered with false hope. You, here, come back to me! My sore heart raced as my lids shot open, my eyes searching for you! Lights flickered; elven candles in the murky ether, distracting for a moment my quest. The clouds, a curtain, parted, the lunar spotlight playing softly on my stage. Fireflies, brought out by the ozone rain, fluttered wildly beneath its beams. Then, suddenly, there you were! Another playful bark drew my sight to your fog shrouded form, hugging tight to the grave, yet leaping to free yourself from its cold grasp! Heart soaring, my lips hesitantly whispered “Tippy!” as though fearing to break your magic spell. You turn as the rasping tones explode the silence! Tongue lolling, you leap at a passing elf. But you’ve changed. Thin, a pale shade of the body that once pressed my own, bright eyes meet my gaze. Too bright, fresh sawn wood the wet stare I now see, so unlike your deep chocolate orbs. Another firefly crosses those light brown lakes, and pronging, she fly’s from the grave to the garden in silly pursuit! A joy, youthful exuberance you so seldom showed, flows from her. Puppy muscles, not confined by accident and injury, push her through the night sky as moonbeams play on black satin fur! Her stiff-legged leaps throw her little body in awkward travel, yapping and stumbling across the yard to me, and I smile through my tears. Disappointment at expecting you keeps my salt dripping; though already I understand, and my smile becomes a hoarse laugh. I watch your Shadow dancing Beneath the moons soft beams And I see. The hole you left in my heart lets love flow, but to me, not away. © silverwolf "Site content and stories Copyright secured 1998-2003 Silverwolf & Silverwolf Industries" "E-mail the Author at silverw122@netscape.net" |