The Dance Of Light and Shadow

the shadows on my wall
are hanging there like mist
they dance, they caper there
and tell of all I missed

and is the light the shade,
or dark the quick shadow
that moves, twists and evades
the kiss of e’ergreen meadow?

I think it doesn’t matter
the dark or light, it’s still
the dance of light and shadow
the dance of fate, free will