My crazy shadow

I dance but my shadow remains silent,
I cry yet it laughs with sound high,
What can I call it ? But it's reality in life.
Being tired to walk while sitting pensive
All my breath gathers over the sky,when it adors my breath keeping me behind,
The excursion of life between two
My shadow has crated a hole on through ,
Before sipping the taste of last
holy breath
Still it will stand over surface
and I sleep under stony grave.
You can meet me later under the green leaves,I will returm my door like a silent pixy.
It will see me just watch and stunned
My poor hands will hug it with lve and grief.