I walk under­neath sil­ver light, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.

I am but a shadow, a shadow amongst shad­ows, fleet­ing, hush­ing along in dark­ness still. And yet, moon bright, guid­ing light, watches my path even when I hide under­neath the cover of the night. I am here, I am gone, noth­ing but foot­prints lead­ing towards silence deep, towards a rest­ing place amongst the lilies of the night. I am but a flut­ter, a heart­beat, a barely audi­ble echo, like sonar sounds emit­ted by the hunters of the night. Despite my pass­ing nature, my frail exis­tence, moon bright, guid­ing light, seeks to enlighten my path, that I may not fall before my time, before I reach fra­grant rest­ing grounds of myr­iad flow­ers clothed in deep dark pur­ple. And for that, bearer of light divine, you have my sin­cer­est grat­i­tude. But I beg of you this that before dawn breaks you carry my whis­per­ing heart, lift it from the lilies of the night towards lapis lazuli sky. Promise me this so that I shall walk beneath your sil­ver light, moon bright, head held high in gen­tle stride watch­ing shad­ows pass­ing by.

© Thorsten Becker