You, the lantern of my dusk-bound maze,
A shimmer soft where the mind frays.
In your glow, my echoes still,
A fleeting calm, a tempered will.

Yet when her shadow meets your side,
The air around you seems to bide.
An unfamiliar hymn you sing,
Your essence shifts, an untethered string.

When tides arise, you choose retreat,
A fleeting heart, unsure, discrete.
Yet...