Elegant and serene
She waits for me,
The sun oppressive in its light
Is gone in the night,
She in her silvery dress
Of moonlight fair,
Gives to me
Dreams I dare,
Flight away on a ship of name,
Or hidden treasure
I would claim,
She whispers it so
That perhaps it might be,
She whispers to me,
That I might see
A limitless journey
On her inky clouds,
That with the dawn is stolen away
To wither in the sun’s rays,
I, without fail, await
Her return;
My muse,
My refuge,
My love,
She comforts what day torments,
She gives what day takes,
Night, mistress, love
Rise again that I might dine
Under your gentle light,
That I find that refuge you give,
In day I die,
By night I live.
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