You swam in my void,
And I became your chasing ripples.
In the loom of light you wove your song,
And in it I traced my absence like a cypher.
I grew in your twilight
As you waxed in my gloam.
I was the quizzical shatter of echoes
That broke the dreaming lines of your sleep.
You would wake and start,
And where your fleeing swept you,
I bayed and chased,
A howl from your nightmares.