Pale light, cold and dreamless, she becomes my umbra...
Her beautiful obscurity tells me she is real..
Pedals of gloom bloom among this dark flower..
They shelter me from such pale light..
The darkest of colors fill in her body..
Her shade keeps me warm..
As the pale light grows brighter she becomes a penumbra to this false sun above..
She sees in my eyes that I welcome her eternal dusk..