Shapes and Shadows

Shapes and shadows in the night, When the darkness is chased away by light. A silhouette of two lovers walking down the street. Lit by the guiding lamps, that illuminate there way. Dancing on the wall with graceful jittering, The rays do not lose faith of reaching weary eyes. All those whose hearts and hands are not filled, Who pass the lovers, such are the eyes that are weary. Weary of seeing the same picture everyday, Being ever reminded of the incomplete picture of their own. The shapes of the shadows do change, With every passing between the light. And as the night turns to the glorious day, A life of weary eyes and lightless walks Is taken into a hand and falls into dismay, As the empty heart slowly finds it’s way to rest.