14 November 2011

mindplays

There are shadows on the wall,
they sway back and forth.

A silent dance, they nightly play
as a bird flies by. Overhead,
seen only by imaginations
as it cuts through toward its nest;
an interruption not taken lightly.

All motion stops.

It is renewed,
only when our fears are relieved to see
branches sweeping in the summer breeze.

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