A dance of shadows beckons from a shrouded grove;
wind shivers across my cheek,
liquid kisses drench me in icy awareness
as I join the rhapsody.

A piece here, a shred there
and I am exposed;
in the folds of night

Shadows rejoice in my mourning.
Blades of grass slice my bare feet
losing my dignity in the inept expression of my grief
I stumble and fall.