walking nightly, trailing silken threads
bearing only misty clear and beating heart
until suddenly nothing else exists
but the silken heart and trailing mist
surrounding a night so blissfully dark

bare feet and bare heart laid to air
walking nightly on barren streets and sound
until suddenly gone, unseen, unheard
unveiled, unclothed, but invisible still
surrounded by a night so painfully dark

then veiled, trailing silken threads opaque
sinking back in from the streets of light
steps where bare feet once nightly walked
inscrutable, unknowable whence they came
though you search a night so fully dark