The shadows were dancing

On the wall.

His hands, his fingers

Were intertwining with each other.

The flame from the candle flickered.

The shadows started dancing.

I sat—eyes wide and innocent,

Mouth gaping open,

My attention was his,

His shadows were my entertainment.

The shadows were dancing,

One moment it was a black butterfly,

Then a dog,

Then they turned back to hands.

The night grew deeper.

The candle was melting,

And melting,

And melting,

And his shadows touched my imagination.

I yawned, and he smiled.

I raised my arms,

And he picked me up.

Before closing my eyes,

I saw on the wall

Our shadows as one—the old and the now,

As the candle slowly died away.