She went strolling invisible as thought

In an uncertain light

Like a violet shadow in the rain

Passing the lonely night

Finding there was no one there she sought

In a way to find herself again

Lost deep inside a screen or frame exposed

How the world a written picture begun

If somethings are not quite as one supposed

Time may fold into itself as spun

Webs of words she felt were somehow weaving

Light into cloaks of wanting without finding wherewithal

The one that was to be was now leaving

Like reading books she read the lines without a pen at all

Passing the lonely night

Like a violet shadow in the rain

In an uncertain light

In a way to find herself again

Invisible as thought.