Shadows on the wall

Now the dance begins
And roses blossomed
amidst the shadows on the wall.
There is movement of
spaces
And emotions stretch forth
in full
flight.
Did we go wrong
in our measures.
Or were our actions
inexcusable.
To dream a dream
or die a death
with passions played in a dance.
Moving, writhing, withering
as petals on the wall.