Draped in shadows
Tendrils of night slipping through
your fingers like cobwebs,
silken threads loosely dangling
from the ebony cocoon
that envelops you,
of what are you dreaming?

Chaste twilight's passing
Into sultry midnight,
The night's slain at the hands
Of dawn,
I saw their lances clash
And you
Presiding over it all.

Won't you share
your mysteries with me?

Would I study chiaroscuro
To better understand you?
And perhaps I could decipher
The penumbral codes
Of your smiles and half-gestures.
Then maybe I could see
How you survived the morning.