White Shift

The night creeps in 
Across a vast wide expanse of white 
Fragile cobwebs sway lightly 
Speckled with the dust of everyday life 
A brilliance bouncing off the webs 
Lights up reflective thoughts that roam the night 
Wandering slashes of grey appear 
Following the moonlight clear. 
A little marionette, wrapped in strands of mystery 
Dances with faceless silhouettes that float on by 
The brilliance fades, the light dims 
A rustle of silk and the expanse shrinks 
Marking the night with its despairing thoughts 
Leaving the marionette crumpled and lost.