Shadows Dance

Those innocent, waking eyes
Haze over and close.
The dully glistening orbs covered,
And to the world,
Blinded.

The sleeping child
Now dreams,
Her mind free
From the prying whispers.

Silently,
The shadow-creatures slip out
Of their dark, little corners.
Gliding
Through the open window,
And down to the cooling street.

The cloudless moon
Brings sharp contrast
To their silhouette figures,
And they look up,
Starting to play.
Dancing in the bright fountain
Of luminance.