It is dark.
Shadows and shapes
Twist seamlessly in the abyss.
A million years away,
Yet a fraction of a second till,
Rays of light
Peek at the horizon.
The intricate tango
Of shadows and light
Moves over the dew covered grass.
A universe to explore,
Yet the light moves west.
The world is small in mine eyes
Yet how little I see.
The light grows delicate,
Like a rain kissed flower,
But powerful,
Like the mighty lion
With its golden mane.
My eyes grow weaker
With the waning light
The Shadow Tango
Grows into a wispy waltz.
And as the shadows
Take a last dance,
The last ray
Reaches out to the sky
And the shadows return seamlessly
To the infinite twilight
Of the end of the universe.
Shadows and shapes
Twist seamlessly in the abyss.
A million years away,
Yet a fraction of a second till,
Rays of light
Peek at the horizon.
The intricate tango
Of shadows and light
Moves over the dew covered grass.
A universe to explore,
Yet the light moves west.
The world is small in mine eyes
Yet how little I see.
The light grows delicate,
Like a rain kissed flower,
But powerful,
Like the mighty lion
With its golden mane.
My eyes grow weaker
With the waning light
The Shadow Tango
Grows into a wispy waltz.
And as the shadows
Take a last dance,
The last ray
Reaches out to the sky
And the shadows return seamlessly
To the infinite twilight
Of the end of the universe.
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