ETERNAL QUEST

Sweet Night approaches;

wound around her flowing

midnight tresses

a galaxy of stars

and nestled at her throat

a luminous scimitar moon.

...

Her gown of gossamer

chiffon clouds floats

gently on a zephyr breeze

as she waltzes to the dulcet

music of night birds

across the velvet sky.

...

Her suitor, the Sun

pursues her, eternally

at a distance - just out of reach.

Drawn by her tranquillity

his futile quest continues,

his ardour burning bright.

...

But she, dark lady,

heedless of his love

glides gently on till morning

when her day-shy stars

and lambent moon

will hide from the world.

...

On the edge of sleep

she glimpses ahead

a golden, burnished globe

but swiftly looks away

her eyes too dazzled

by his fervent fiery light.