I was born for the shadows
form hidden by sepia day
… is in the eye of the beholder
do they really mean what they say?
catch me on the cold nights
basking in the sun
I and the moon’s reflection
dancers we are one
you can never touch me
but you can always try
reach into tomorrow
beauty is in the …
I just found this wonderful Shadow Dancer prompt offered by Bastet at Mind love miserys menagerie. The photography (top) is by Nickolas Muray . The photograph below is my shot of a whimsical sculpture in the National Gallery of Art.
penned in moon dust 