Nocturnexiii, Night, Fleeting Poem by Kate Wiley

Now, with jaded wings the fading Sun
Sheaths his sword and sees his task well done
Seeking somnolence within the trees
He ends Day's reign while counting victories.

Twilight comes with dreamy nonchalance
Passing sylph-like in her lonely dance
Shadows swirl anon in filmy veils,
In a fading glow her curtain falls

Little timid stars blink in the deep,
Surprised from their day-long bedighted sleep.
Until Night's velvet skirts unfurl their sheath
Revealing lace cloud linings underneath.

Now, with deep'ning Sky to dance upon,
Fearlessly, Night combs her dark hair long
Whisp'ring, her sweet voice in rhythm plays
With tender lullaby and soothing lays.

Subtle, soft, nocturnal is her realm
Which lures the Earthly soul to dream-oh! dream.
When flimsy fleeting, weakening hours give way,
Alas, Night pales as ever-conquering Day

Renewed in vigil, on winged horses reigns
An eternal quest to be Night's only swain,
Casts gleams and scatters dew upon her face.
Night, shrinking, flees from Dawn's embrace.