Small Shadows

Deep down in a place,       I haven't begun to explore
            there's a flicker,
a fragment, a tear
      in the fabric of my soul
            in the silk of my heart
Sometimes, I sense it
      I feel it in the spring breeze,
            in the hills lit up with gold
It frightens me, to venture too close
      If I pull it back, I catch a glimpse
            of small shadows
the ones that smell of clover
       and sing of happily ever after
             and smile gap toothed smiles
Down past that flicker, that fragment,
       is a cavern, deep and endless
              filled with stars and dreams
Where one day, love will go to grow
       born when the shadows morph
              into my children