The shadows dance as I tell them stories,
You can see the heart break in their rhythm.
Ever changing movements to balance the words that have been said.
Responding to the taste that's in the room.
The shadows next dance will always be a new one,
But the stories told, are always the same.
The shadows hear everything for the first time,
Even whats been heard before.
The dance the shadows displays for me,
Is enough to stop the story in its wake.
When the light dies for the night then my words shall find their slumber.
Till my eyes rise with the sun and the shadows dance one more.
I will repeat my story everyday to watch what the shadow's dance has to say,
Calming my spirit with envy.
Learning to use more than my voice to speak.
Its hollow right now... but, the shadows still dance for me.
© Kasey Spotanski