The shaded moon glimmers down,
Playing hide-and-seek among the clouds and stars
In a frigid stillness that we can scent.
A clear crispness with a bite as sharp as any fang.
Shadows flicker and play in a nocturnal dance of glee,
This is the world Starkly.
The run, the chase, death,
Joy and sorrow and you and I, and the light against the snow,
The distraction of shadows.
This is the world forgotten.
As far from skyscrapers and airplanes and nicotine and god and satan
As a half-glimpsed dream.
We turn and lope, shoulder to shoulder,
And become shadow, dream,