Th' gentle night unwraps her silken scarves
around th' darkened heavens alike th' wind,
‘Pon her silenced shelves spilling her desire,
into th’ rough-edged spheres enlaced wing.
Tender moons wash th’ labyrinth of her sea,
hovering over her sandy dunes silted-shores.
Voices echo her majestic aura in full bloom,
permeating her fragrantly-bless'ed mirages.
O’ gentle night she sings her wandering song,
spent of th' sensing bell embraced in her flight.
Quiet as her hush, mauled over in dark despair,
enveloping th' ebb-rolled salty-spun sea she'll fly.
Her veil of dance splays her resounding dress,
leaping into th’ soft hearts of her lovers shadow.
Languid ‘pon her fain reside, a tryst in th’ night;
as her gentle night’s lilt fire raptures her prisoner.
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