Twirling in the shadows
Found in a pool of shade
Frivolous in the obscurity
A ballerina of the oblivion
I am but a speck within this intangible grey
And yet its very essence
A delightful paradox in my own existence.
This vessel half full
Having spilt the shadows from the light
Offers unspoken refuge
Or unflinching release
The seconds linger in a pondered moment.. Do I fly?
Or drift, unmoven
Sometimes I think falling in is the only way out.
