She is radiant in her research,
copper-framed reading glasses...

As the cycle of the seasons,
It is as both spring and winter...

The veil whispers of
your secret face as it...

See me now
In this twilight time...

I am the Shadowwalker,
The walker 'tween worlds...

Sheathed in tears,
Some edges slice...

I like the silence...
It is good to me...

She's my sister of soul,
this woman with whom...

She is a sliver of pale
in the shadows and sheets...

Some laughter you can’t resist,
You tripping over “carpet...

I ache the call
With a sense of panic...

She lies composed
Beneath distant moons...