She lives beautifully hued in her daylight, adorned
in black silk evening night, golden
swirls of sunlight dispel, illuminated
faces in the dark

Dancing with the rays of the morning star, whispering
sweet talk to the moon, tucking
in to sleep twinkling little stars, curious
where they go and who they are

Morning the glory mountain dew smells sweet, roll
back hills the dusk in reverse, meek
sea shore sand hold in the bright, create
pitch black from deadened lightning bolts

She gathers hemlock to sharpen the day, rearranges
night hour by hour, dark
reforms from her involvement, satisfies
her day with strength and power