She Moves Through The Shadows-A New Poem

She moves through the shadows
the darkened places of the hall
toward him she glides
a pale waith of beauty.
She passes by a tall window
where dust motes circle lazily
glowing brightly, those small galaxies
swirling around her dark form.
Back into shadows she moves
no outline of her can be seen
only a sound of dry cloth
whispering across the dusty floor.
Once again she appears
within the pale morning light
white skin gleaming
an ancient knowledge in her black eyes.
She reaches out to him
red-tipped nails on a fragile hand,
hesitantly she touches him
Death...or is it Life?