In The Shadows Dance

In The Shadows Dance

Dark shadows remain

in the shimmering light

of was

and not

The dance

ever so enlightening 

in the early morning frost
Caught glistening 

on your lips

a smile

a frown

Who belongs

to such a thing

in this forgotten world

But,

awe the memory

of what

you dare not ask

in the shadows dance.

 copyright RW Erskine