light in the foot
walks gingerly near the top of the hour
with ear placed lovers close to the keyhole
the candle dim light twists in its reflections
until the burnished plates of steel have
kissed the features of the face with such gentle regard
that you have lost thought of what you see
in the dreaming of what could have been

light in the foot
sneaks away while the fat ***** chimney sweep
who sputters and moans derision of lesser men in his
restless slumbers on the rooftop
resting his weary head against the steam engines of night
their ceaseless labours fuelling the sleeping city below
watched over only by a gibbous moon

light in the foot treads back to
her chambermaids door
and with mock care places key to slot
and looses the yawning mad rabble within
they said her madness was from vapours
but light in the foot sheds new visions on her eyes
light in the foot
need sneak no more
because its candlelight face may have been
undone by twists of shadow
but it is married to the madness of others like her
and none hear what the wandering minds speak

light is fleet of foot
and is loved by even the nails that bind
the deep stone of hearth
to the old grey wood of the home
we sit at the table our dinner now only scraps
her hand in mine
and our eyes feasting on eachothers tenderness
silence skips a beat and
light in the foot sneaks past us unseen
trailing with its children flickering like dancers in
the ballroom of the night
watch them flow cross with such grace
watch them speak in their beauty with lips so cold
watch them dance
sleep slips you from your mooring
and you drift into slumber
drift like light in the footsteps of dawn