I trace the shadows on the wall, <br />My fingers making patterns tall. <br />The sun begins to dropp from sight <br />It will soon become the night! . <br /> <br />I close my eyes as darkness falls <br />And see a Prince handsome and tall, <br />He stands silhouetted 'gainst the wall. <br />Then he's gone, as with my hand <br />I trace the shadows. <br /> <br />He was so near, yet out of reach. <br />In slumberous state - what does it teach <br />us.When our dreams become alive, <br />Such a brief time to survive. <br />Upon waking, as I recall - <br />I trace the shadows.<br /><br />Cecilia Parkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shadows/
