Floats, woven on the shadows
on the seas of sifting shade
brazen in the night.
It choses with care, then takes
a corner of an eye, settles
with bones of dust beneath a cloak.
It lingers longer than any moth,
knows the moon is too far.
Then comes the gentle serenade,
Wrapping me from the dark,
A spell that finds the fragile heart
awake
and ties its shadow, softly
to the trembling earth.
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