Shallow Fall.

Every shadow needs a soul
and the two can never part,
like a cold night needs
no stars seen from afar.

Each flame needs a spark
to start a scorching heat,
Like the cords and music
needs a driving beat.

Do ghosts feel the cold
or ever dream at night,
When do our soul`s
take that final flight.

The man in the mirror
sadly is no more,
Tears fall at twilight
and lap at the shore.

With a shallow fall
some folks fade away,
but our love for fantasy
will always stay.

Written By

Carl Spencer

12th October 2009