Maiden Of The Night Poem by George Tumaob Calaor

Maiden of the Night


Tearing the silence of darkness

you enchanted your captives

with your scent so mysterious

as you paint the picture of your smile

so sweet—when the moon is asleep

so pure—when everyone was in intimate passion with their dreams

so wild—when only few have witnessed

how selfless you allow lovers to savor

the aroma of your virtuosity

in the midst of the romantic hours of the night

while the beasts are at the best time

of their astral rest

You bloom like lovers of freedom

in the night, so vigorous to take advances

of our offensively winning moment

while the enemies are sleeping

Like lovers of freedom

you enchanted the night

to keep every inch of gracefulness

of your blooming

unnoticed by the enemies

so to be sure that tomorrow

when the sun yawns the first hour of its day

your leaves will be moistened by the dews of justice

that you bloom at the fullest range of your scent

In the glow spread by your petals—wildly pure and fresh

oh last night…

Dama de Noche!