A Shadow in the Corner,
Revealed by a lamp,
A dusts, beloved survivor
Of a chipped and broken pair.
Nearly at the ceiling,
Tracing a line too fine
For those mortal eyes, apeerin'
Looking too hard to see.
A Shadow in the Corner,
A tiny, swift sure form
Clinging to a thread of life,
Fighting against the fall.
'Neath a frame guarded,
By a sea of glass,
Wherein masked figures dance,
Eyes beckoning, saying. Come.
A Shadow in the Corner.
The tippet of a tail,
The fragment of a feather,
The whisper of a vail.
The sea of glass it ripples,
Twisting with the time.
Into it a hand presses,
Catching the waltz's rhythm, dancing with the rhyme.
A Shadow in the Corner,
Becomes a familiar face.
Amber eyes aglowin'
A smile filled with grace.
Nine the Rampant, nods,
Snow drifting from his coat.
At last he finds a dreamer,
Her breath bated in her throat.
The Shadow in the Corner,
A Strangeway to Nowhere, found.
On the dreamer dances,
Whirling and waltzing 'round.
'Of wings and words and dancing milkweed seeds...'
