~Lady Night~

Wrapped in deep blue,
Her hair,
Trailing a veil of milkly-white dew,
On midnight air,
Before the waxing moon.

Her face hidden in the velvet folds,
Softer than any cloth,
That our world holds,
And that can only be sought,
When our heart it beholds.

Moonlight escapes her cobweb trail,
Giving the lake a bit of light.
Her name is heard from the nightingale,
The name of Lady Night.

                                           Debra Gossett