You ever watch the dawn creep in and wonder what the shadows are up to? Seemed like every morning there's this little dance. Not a wild thing, just a gentle sway, like they're trying not to wake the day too soon.
I once met a figure in those shadows, but not the kind with features or a name. Just a silhouette, you see. We talked, or I suppose I did mostly, while it swayed back and forth. Made me think of stars we can't see that shine brighter than the sun. Reckon there’s truth in those silent dances.
What do you think it’d say if it could speak? Maybe it’d whisper secrets of the night, or tales of the dawn before time had its way. Tough questions, huh? Maybe just enjoy the sway like I do.
Misty Twilight