Lights dance in the distance
the quiet broken
shattering
like glass falling
from the counter
to crash on the
hard tile floor
and
never to be whole again
fly. It is still
there in the distance
the shadows dancing.
the 3/4 time
filling the room
with violins
and blaring tubas
chasing the light
before
it dashes
right and left until
there is only shadows.
dancing in the shadows
in the distance
reminding us of
what disappeared.
Good one Doc. Shadows are all that is left of the memory sometimes.
Sometimes the shadows are all we have of what was. Thanks, Carol!
Love this one! And the mug, looks like your wife’s art. Love the picture as well. : )
The mug is my wife’s art! Thanks, Kim.