- Walking as softly as if walking on water,
Yet quieter and gentler than the kindest of the winds.
She looks for him in the shadows of the night,
She knows him to be part of places that have pools of darkness
The one changing with hours of the day,
and the unseen shadows with in the vacant of light.
The shadows are treacherous
Yet have some unswayed wise-ness to them,
To her they provided more comfort,
than sitting beneath the brightest of