Until my Muse bids me from bed to rise
I will remain cocooned in Night’s embrace;
Though Day himself demand I open these eyes,
I’m deaf to Day when Night’s kisses fall on my face.
Dressed all in black lace, her pale shoulder’s bare,
Luscious her lips, ghostly her secretive smile,
Loose and disheveled her ebony moonlit hair
In which I’ll be entangled for but a while.
For awhile I’ll dream of the stars in her dark, dark eyes;
For but awhile may I be one with Sweetest Night;
‘Til My Muse bids me again from bed to rise –
Reborn on the wings of Day, Night’s songs take flight.