Betrothed to the Night

A woman draped in a silver dress

Slinks across a quiet ground;

She is alone but does not care,

The steps of her slippers the only sound.

Her gown sparkles like a diamond field,

The woman shining from veil to toe;

The land glistens behind her brightly,

Her twinkling train making her slow. 

Her bouquet is made of stars,

Lighting up her excited, blind way;

It shines under the night sky’s gaze,

And she prays it will last through the day.

She can nearly hear the melody,

The wedding march in her quick heartbeats;

She cannot help but blush and smile,

And she cannot wait to kiss and greet

The one who gave her the dazzling ring

Made from a shimmering comet’s tail;

And, as if on cue, she sees her groom,

His hair black and wild and skin soft and pale.

He is dressed in dark blue hues

That mimic is large and navy eyes;

She quickens her pace and runs,

Pausing before him, and lovingly sighs.

All the heavens gather above them,

All the twinkling treasures becoming nigh;

All the stars shimmer for the woman

Who is to marry the night sky. 

Reviews

[The 13th Eros]

You write in sweet elegance of such beautiful, mystical dreams. The sacred darkness drawing her in is both sensual and stunning. Enchanting!

[Sarah Marie]

Thank you! I live to enchant!

[The 13th Eros]

And you do... you do!

[Jack...]

Extremely beautiful, a vivid and colorful vision of the night.

[Sarah Marie]

Thank you!