Lines of text on a page
Shadows dancing on a field of white
One by one
Masks they wear, secrets hide
Two by two
A ray of light, a glimpse beneath
Three by three, four by four and more
Colors they show, mysteries reveal
Partners they choose, masks exchange
Now one, another then
Patterns they form, a picture paint
Sea and sky, sun and stars
Fantasies they tell, glories recount
Hero and foe, creation and destruction
Blink but once, and all stills
Shadows frozen on that field of white
A rather odd poem I wrote, meant to capture what the written word can be like.