Edges of shadows sharpen in the bright
Stark becomes the difference between darkness and light
She starts each day in shadow slipping between cracks of white
Fingers playing with the wispy dreams of night
Pulling and weaving the colourful threads of sight
She puts into loving memory the sighs and fevers
The rise and fall of sumptuous shivers
Revelling in gliding heat and deep gazes
Slowly she turns and remembers to breathe
Face twisting as her chest begins to heave
Hands moving to construct her daylight wreath
Edges of shadows sharpen in the bright
Cutting away all dreams and bringing harsh sight.
Started 1 May 2012 2146pm
Finished 26 April 2018 0220am