Dancing shadows.

In the candlelight,
on walls of pristine white,
The flickering glow dances,
a sea of shadow and light.

Upon the walls an ocean,
where ships are tall and grand
riding on the light from fire,
created by father’s hand.

And then the ships become horses,
and an eagle soaring high,
I giggle at the memory,
of a rabbit passing by.

This simple way of playing,
Stayed with me all my life,
as the hands grew older,
I had children with my wife.

I danced upon the walls of white,
as taught by my old man,
stories told in shadow,
as palms become a fan.

And in the days of time,
father came to stay,
and children called him over,
on light for him to play.

I watched him unfold fingers,
gnarled with so much age,
I fought a tear away,
As he wrote on shadowed page.

He brought up a crouching tiger,
He fought a pirates blade,
He winced as he made bunnies,
through the pain he still gave.

As I stand before you,
and talk about my dad,
I will dance with shadows,
and remember what I had.

Dancing shadows.

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this is from my head…not from sadness.

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