Roses Poetry Book - 3. Chapter 3: Darkness Shinning

I wrote this as I was contemplating the darkness of my room

It shines like a light.
You can't really tell,
But it does.
The way it moves,
And runs from the light.
So like me.
I run and I try to hide
As the light seeks me.
The darkness shines for me
As I lay here and watch.
They dance and put a show on,
All for me.
I lay and watch
The darkness shine.
I turn and watch the shadows play on the wall.
A tree turned into a witch.
I smile and giggle
As the shadows dance.
I wonder if perhaps
The darkness shines for others.
And if it does,
Do they see the dark light
That make the darkness shine?
Or do they just see the darkness?
I lay here and watch the shadows play,
And the darkness shine.