The night clingers, they are tangled in her web.
She is a wayward dancer, softened at the edges.
He wanders, holding his shape.
Their backdrop sweetly silent, a shimmer, a shiver,
they expand into the unknown.
He reaches, floats for her.
Or is it she, sidling towards him?
Her hair a nest of sparkles, she’s nothing but a trickster in the light.