The Shadows

The shadows move in your eyes,

like silhouettes of lovers dancing,

gazing at one another.

You long for lurking darkness.

Oh how I wish you looked at me,

and I could see my reflection,

instead of dancing shadows.

But that will never happen,

for I'm merely wind passing by.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 9-14-04

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