We are long silken threads of light,
twisting through boundless time and space,
We dance, spin, cavort to form lace;
weaving neither loose nor too tight.

Each crossed path a way to be right,
a newfound chance to find our grace.
A bond of color, shadows, light!
True coupled, or even with space.

When we can’t knit? An awful plight.
But this quest I’ll always embrace;
toward the next moment, off I’ll race!
I’m your shepherd; a true black knight.
Through pitched darkness, you are my light.