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I am the love child of day and night. I linger in the shadow world, waiting for my time—as night stretches her hand over the world, there’s a moment when she clasps hands with day, their lover’s greeting held in the instant when both hold sway. That is when I live. I am too fragile for the sun’s fire, too easily lost in the depths of midnight. I must dance alone.
As the portal opens, I dance through. This is my time, before darker shades walk. My shadows are golden tinted and shine with day’s last moments, his warmth touching all that I am.
As I pass I think of my reward.
The man is my last stop. As the light fades and I’m pulled back into the shadow, I see him. He’s older than I first knew, grey and worn on his sunset porch, looking over the lake. I first saw him, young and strong, swimming in the red gold fire that shown from the east. He doesn’t swim anymore, but his eyes still hold fire and life.
I wonder sometimes, if he sees me, dancing close as evening fades into night. I kiss his brow with a feather touch of wind, and leave him, as I have every night since I first saw him.
I’ve asked for him. Someday soon, when his fire finally burns his body away, he will come and dance with me, will show me new dances. And twilight will be alone, no more.
Wow, I'm sorry but I can't help but do this. If one was to interpret your writing literally one might see a child lingering in the shadow world waiting for an older man to kiss so that he may show her new dances and not be alone. Isn't that a bit on the borderline if interpreted literally? There is a similarity in many ways to what I wrote in my poem. Don't you think that this could possibly be misread by some people? And if it was, would it be your fault?
No, really that is probably not where I would go and I would probably not interpret it that way but if I took it very literally, I could. But can you see now why I reacted to the way I did to the interpretations I received for my poem. There was no intent of anything dark or sinister but the reader put the evil into it, not the writer. Do you feel how that works now?