A thousand shadows fall upon this ground

The ending of the things I’ve always known

These shadows flee to realms I would never dare to go

And drag me along with flitting glances

But when Fear comes to steal me away  from their shifting Eyes

The shadows lift from the hollow earth and trace the patterns of the moon with whirling wings

And I

Am startled by the wild beauty of these shifting shadows

If voices could sound from within the dark Throats of a thousand birds

They would tell of the falling stars and the breaking of water’s stillness with the coming sun

But nothing would astound me

Like the truth of their existence

For few still believe in the reality of Dreams