Shadow Games

Please hold my hand and move with me.

I see the mighty dragon as legends would be.

The cats' forms dance the ballet I have never seen.

Days run out, black and white, blue and green.

Oceans lap from your eyes on my forest-tipped finger

We cup our hands and let them linger -

Forming countless shadows on a hemmed in wall

As our flashlight beams cast them tall.

Dead on chairs, I laugh pretending to be stable,

Mocking vitamins and juice that line up my table.

No books, no toys please me anymore.

I know that as I drift, longing for shore.

Promise me friend, you will always smile.

Howbeit I last or stay only for a while.