O she is like the night;
A midnight mystery.

Her voice…

The resonance of night
Abates voracity
& bathes a sinuous
Soul in satisfaction.

Her eyes…

A myriad of stars,
Dainty sugar crystals,
Illuminate the black
In opaline brilliance.

Her embrace...

The darkness clears the mind
& dreams extemporize,
Each rendered by the hymns
Of soothing nightly winds.

Her compassion…

The early hours yield
Serenity to sleep,
Providing strength to face
Yet another morning.

O she is like the night.
My midnight mystery!