Shadows Poem by Peter S. Quinn

This turning blanching
From endless jagged blades
Of shadows dancing
Through times barricades
Of the hours going
Into the beating days
Of forgetfulness showing
Its many unending ways
Like corners of dark
In the deepest of alone
That once did spark
Its dynamism tone
From here to all of there
Of places in spaces going
That now is in cornered spear
Of its darkness glowing
This time that only seem
To come through night
Or a silhouette dream
Between dim and light