Dreams and Shadows

Flames, dreams, candles, shadows,
All dance in sight.
Flames on a far, dim hill, or near,
Close, in the night.

Torches, running in shadows,
Across the dry valley.
Candles nearby, flames alike,
Join in swift memory.

Lost wanderers, walking in realms,
Realms of cold darkness.
Stars fly to us, and dance, on the white,
Cold, flowing stillness.

Flames, and light, leap high, in the far,
Gray, hopeless distance;
On a ridge, hidden away, and dance,
Dance their reckless dance.

poem by Jerome Brooke
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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