Sitting in my gallery on a slow day I saw a photo I took last month an decided to share it with you an as I waited on a couple of customers I wrote this little poem.
Hope you like it.

“Dreams of Them”
Nights come lonely at times.
As we all know.
An then the shadows start to form on the bedroom walls reminding me of them.
It sweeps the room from top to bottom as if it had a mind, had a soul.
And there I lie deep in fear of what I dare not know.
I guess it could be them coming for me too.
Them long gone but not forgotten reminders of my past.
An as I start to see their faces my fear won’t disappear as the next shadow appears.
Who are these things that come to me as if they were my friends.
Dancing from one place to another in my darkest hour?
Who are you my inner self ask as you move my way.
Are you friends that I once loved or those that never loved me when you where alive.
I know this is a silly thought your harmless shadows dancing on the walls.
What more could you be.
But then again my inner self is questioning once again.
What are you really as you dance from my ceiling to my floor.
Are you someone that I once knew or just my mind playing games with me again?