Shadow Dance

Shadow Dance
by Rhosyn Gwyn

Yesterday flickers in the candlelight
Dancing slowly in the shadows
Mocking what had been bright and brash
Sparks of what once was
Become the glow of what is
Time becomes timeless.
For an instant
Old and new become one
Until the brilliance of transmutation
Again extinguishes the taper of the bygone.

Rhosyn is a mother, a daughter, a sister, a story teller, and a singer of songs. She has been following the Avalonian path since 2014.

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