In shadowed light, straining for perfect vision, I lie quiet. I lie back. I am here, straining to see your love in shadowed light. I am the child under the moon, the woman under her lover’s kiss, the sojourner of the road less traveled. I am the wandering weary, ripe with need of rest. I feel lost walking on glass shreds under the stars.I see in shadowed light, I know you’re there, lifting the darkness.