938. I play all night with your shadows, my dear,

SONNET 938
By JH Sayyar
I play all night with your shadows, my dear,
They dance on walls where moonlit lies.
Your absence speaks in echoes I still hear,
While silhouettes perform beneath the skies
Each flickering shape recalls your gentle grace,
Your whispered touch in dusk’s enchanted veil.
I chase your form through time and silent space,
Though morning comes, the phantoms prevail.
Your shadow knows the secrets that I keep,
It curls beside me when the stars grow cold.
It watches while I drift from wake to sleep,
And tells your tales in gestures soft and bold

Though night departs and breaks our silent play,
Your shadow in my poor soul will always stay.