NIGHT

Through the open window 
She would come and go 
The dark lady with a starlit cloak 
Wafting silvery smells 
Of glowing moon-breaths 
I would drink on her spicy smoke 

Sunk in her weathered valley I wait 
Consumed by rustlings of her silky gait 
Among half lucid dreams I retreat 
To die a million yearning deaths 
Until, she comes in a wispy caress 
To lie next to my trembling heartbeat 

MS