image courtesy Edvard Munch
Shadow moves in presence,
in menace, no, but in silent appraisal.
Seeing through with invisible eyes,
and shaking facade free from brick walls.
Shadow breathes to enlighten,
filter and throw incandescence rays.
Looking to back-light corners,
to shimmer sharp edges round and smooth.
Shadow surrounds the harsh, the unbending,
and the cold with the comfort of ash blankets.