A Bright Patch of Shadow

A poem I wrote about my friend Cameron.

She’s both something new and something of old,

Ancient and young, quiet and bold,

She’s just something else and yet something familiar,

A bright patch of shadow, the line of a song,

ringing through the ages, pure, lovely and strong.

Starlight and fire are entwined in a haze,

And you can’t tell them apart when you’re caught in her gaze.

Did you see her there, dancing alone in the night?

Was she really there, or was it a trick of the light?

A moment here, an instant present,

But that’s what she is, don’t try to fight it.

A bright patch of shadow, singing a song in the quiet.