These absent anapests and pale pentameters

like sequin strands I've woven into dress

to clothe myself in mystery and peril

the dark even mistress of language and memory

I am the shadow that you cast

hidden in the light

I float before and trail behind

violet with tumult of a city descending

I have taken the twilight

the transient blue of a tempered dusk

and wait, in a hush of longing, for your return

-DBR