i can’t follow the way she moves. she shimmers through the darkness, she cascades just beyond the reach of my gaze.
i can’t find her in the shadows, i am a creature of light and she exists just beyond the penumbra.
i swear i see her dangling her legs over the edge, but she will dart back when i reach out to save her.
if i catch her in my hands, the photons of my light will crack her and i will watch her disintegrate about the veins of my fingers.
she will crumble into ghostly sands, and her grains will slip through the crevices of my hand, and will read me a parting prophecy with the way these pieces of her kiss the lines of my palm.
twilight is mourning, for the light and the dark are lovers, but they kiss from a distance.