Shadows

Sometimes I feel like I’m never alone

There I am standing in the center of 4 white walls

Millions of shapes start to dance in front of my very eyes.

My eyes do a split second blink and suddenly all

the strange movements evaporate.

And all that’s left to see

is the magnificent crescent moon’s beam

creeping through the lace curtain,

And one slivery shadow,

My own.