The Nightcrawler & The Watcher

By day, he owns towers of glass. 

Everlasting, unbending, eloquent; 

He outshines the brightest star in the night sky. 

By night, he drifts through alleys of fog 

Accompanied only by his shadow 

Walking barefoot along corridors that stretch miles long 

Look up at the stars! 

They wink back, serving as silent witnesses. Shining brightly, he can see clearly; 

Both visible yet untouchable, brilliant yet distant, Like those who orbit his towers by day. 

And in the spaces between fog and starlight, A Nightcrawler coils and uncoils – 

Silvered, untethered, 

Just a pulse of motion 

Through drifting threads of smoke a feather falls, The Nightcrawler coiling in the same dance. He sees what he cannot touch – 

Silvered, untethered, 

Fleeting as the night itself. 

Alive in a world that doesn’t bend to him, 

Alive in ways he cannot remember, 

Alive only in the darkness.