Images behind closed eyes

Amber lamp light
splinters
through leaded windows,
dancing
on the wall
behind.

Shadows in the twilight,
slip past my eyes
like
strangers.

The silence of the night
amplifies my thoughts.
Feelings kept low,
surface and swim in
circles.

My eyes,
slowly closing,
will keep your image
deep inside my
soul.

This secret picture show
runs its course,
until
the twilight,
fading into night,
takes its final
bow.