The Dance Of Our Shadows Poem by Kyle Schlicher

The Dance Of Our Shadows



october night
comes so silently
save for the rustling of dying leaves
in the lonely breeze.

a candle burns on the mantle.
another
burns
outside on the deck. shadows
moving there.

the stillness is music to our ears.

my love,
may i have this dance…..
forever?




10-24-2008

The Dance Of Our Shadows
Sunday, April 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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