crossed I once
an empty cavern
before the evening cold
and blue
but worried not
for where the path
might follow
would restless
bring me home to find another
captive as a wing
within my wish

trace me not
from memory
of this – and there I was
come as something sweet
when prayers were said
before the night
was pulled to shade
and murmurs passed
unheard
yellow swept
a cord beneath the lamp
where black the spinner
cursed the taste
of silk

shadows crouched
beneath the black
past wherein the light
was less
than I could walk
remembering
to see