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 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.