Nocturn, To          

Foggy breath of shadow night,
The train of wedding gown alight
With sparkles of silv'ry starlight
Like sequins in the tapestry of night.
Beauty too fair to be caught by sun,
Held in loving arms of more than one,
Gown swirled in cyclones spun
More delicate than the silk spiders spun.
Abyssal, oblivion dancer leads thru
Steps along the night with you,
Causing one to wonder what is true,
Though oblivion dark always lights to blue.
Cool, calm touch of your ethereal hand
Causes pain to flee, like the grains of sand
When one tries to hold them in your hand,
In beauty's radiance shall I ever stand.
Under glare of feat I will endure
To see once more your fairness sure
And compare the boistrous to beauty pure
And rest again in glowing train of gown, pure.