Shadows

By my clearest hour I could never have seen that. Interesting.  Thank you, Gabriel.  

I thought over any hesitation; if there was to be any.  I lead him to the parlor where the candle wax burned of blackcurrant and bare bones – I started running with the story.  He just started running. :)

I don't mean to butt in here, but that last reply was a worthwhile poem in itself..  Just thought I'd say.

I sometimes see things move
in the shadows that shouldn't,
although perhaps it is the thing
that casts the shadow that moves,
I don't know...

Darkness is not only valid around here, it's dominant.  Just trying to keep it at bay.  Good read, Pishashee.  You've been doing wonders with minimal words.

Why do I feel like these few lines can actually turn into a mysterious journey, are you teasing us Pish with that comma at the end?  lol

Actually, one might think that dark/darkness is still and non penetrable but the truth is, even the slightest light/thought can bring wonders and change the whole theory of absolute.

Thought provoking piece..for sure :)

The Shadow Knows...

shadows are just slightly darkened lights, right?

eye could be wrong.....


brilliant weebitty writ wrought here,dear....