Shutting the door behind her surreptitiously; Hugging a secret to herself; The lithe spirit becomes one with the violet shadow of the room; Foolishly drawn to the glowing window through which silver moonbeams dance like fairy music; Sits before it and painstakingly removes the binding pins from the dark tresses; All the while she gazes intently into the night looking for a familiar image; Eyes finally dropping under the ceaseless pressure of time slowly climbs the stairs; Crawls into her bed and momentarily resigns herself to loneliness before pulling the shade just enough to allow the moonlight to once again be seen; Dreams enter through the crack as the mind slowly draws the curtains and in sleep she meets her love at last