Shadow Dancers

There is a silence in the Shadows.

No room for words, just freaks.

And the balance from the light of day.

Where only darkness speaks.

There’s a rumor of forgiveness.

But it’s not a solid lead.

They say it’s written on pages.

Where few can talk or read.

There’s a dancer spinning lightly.

Silent music they can hear.

If you hear the dancers steps.

Then you know the road to fear.

I’m old and growing tired.

My thoughts are grey and worn.

I’m waltzing in the shadows.

Dancing where the love was born.

Dennis Mantin

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