A shadow as grey gauze
rests near the rill,
transient profile still-
finely textured of the day,
disparate in its grey.

A shadow of silver lace,
pacifically woven
in sterling devotion-
to stay the litany,
remote in its captivity.

A shadow as black silk
smoothly mirrors me,
calm in camaraderie,
dauntless in its odyssey,
tender in its brevity.