child
(written 22nd August)
Do not shield your eyes
When the child of the night comes.
She is clothed by the darkness that
The prying glasses do not see,
For with graceful step she treads
With glassed shoe and twirling dance.
She is wreathed in cloaks of velvet
And hardened by smoothened steel.
Yet she is a delicate blossom that
Blooms with silver light and golden shadow,
With a radiance brighter than the sun,
And she is sated by love.
Smile when she falls to your voice,
The song of your delicate beauty
That calls to her and brings her close.
Take her when she does, for she is a capricious thing,
Fleet-footed and elusive like smoke,
But do not be afraid, for
She will be yours if you are hers.
Do not shield your eyes
When the child of the night comes.
She is clothed by the darkness that
The prying glasses do not see,
For with graceful step she treads
With glassed shoe and twirling dance.
She is wreathed in cloaks of velvet
And hardened by smoothened steel.
Yet she is a delicate blossom that
Blooms with silver light and golden shadow,
With a radiance brighter than the sun,
And she is sated by love.
Smile when she falls to your voice,
The song of your delicate beauty
That calls to her and brings her close.
Take her when she does, for she is a capricious thing,
Fleet-footed and elusive like smoke,
But do not be afraid, for
She will be yours if you are hers.