nocte amans

Clouds adorn her in whisps of finery, maiden's veils.  
And her embellishments,  
all stardust and impossibility.  
At the fall of sweeping darkness, she waits.  
 
Fortuity wraps great mountains  
with moribund nocte,  
laying upon vast horizons  
his robes of Stygian desire.  
 
He besets her heart, her every intrigue,  
but never to stay,  
slipping quietly away to that place  
she cannot follow.      
 
If moon and night could never embrace,  
only the stars would remain.
 
 
(Artwork unknown)