Dancing With My Shadow

the night is lovely
dark and deep,
a solitary pearl
hangs from
among the stars,
the wind steps in softly
to whisper
an old love song,
a bewitched candle
dances
to the strum
of a solo guitar;
I reach out
in a trance,
to take
your trembling hand,
but you are not here
to sing and dance;
and so I look towards
the fading light,
and dance
with my shadow
into the night.