Poem: The Shadow and the Moonlight

                           

                                   
                        The Shadow and the Moonlight
                       
                       

                                    I see a shadow hiding

                                    From the moon by candlelight;

                                    Behind my hand he’s dancing,

                                    But not for her delight.

                                    Nearly, though, he shows her,

                                    As the moonlight is eclipsed

                                    By the candle burning closer

                                    To my eager fingertips.

                                    Ask, she may, for answers,

                                    In this mindless guessing game,

                                   Why the shadow never dances,

                                   In the twilight of the flame.