Shadows make their pleadings heard
Amidst stillness in life’s besetting sleep
A soft breeze invites the soul to burst
In freedom of the dance…
The grim image presides the soul to thirst
Invoking sways of physical movement
This mystery resides not just in words
An invitation for those unheard to shine…
Though draped in a misty haze
Where shadows make their way to here
For only some find awakening
To shimmer in the night.
They do not shine
under the sun
They shine where
Light has set itself to sleep.