With no accolades coming forth her way
She enters her domain without much fanfare.
She would hang by amongst the clouds,
Rising only when darkness sets in and night time falls.
And there amidst the backdrop of velvety blue,
She would take her place high up amongst the stars...

A Queen,
Alone in her night time throne.

Then without any ruse,  Without any applause,
She would quietly and silently
Cast her spell amidst the stillness of the night.
Flaunting her naked beauty without any reserve
She bares all the charms that she can give.

Then a poet would write his poems,
A minstrel would sing his songs,
The lovers in their passionate tryst,
While a mother cradling her beloved child,
Humming softly a loveful of lullabyes . . .

Then as the hours passes by
And night time reaches its zenith,
The fullness of her majesty’s beauty
Stands out even more vivid.
She would ascend the dark blue skies,
Her night time throne,
Shining even more brightly
Than whence she came in.

She would grace the darkness
With all her silvery light,
Leaving behind her a trail of colors
Glowing all through the night.

A poet would then write his poems.
The minstrel would sing his songs.
The lovers in their passionate tryst,
While the slumberer in their dreamy state.

Ah, truly she’s a Queen,
Adorning the night time skies,
Her Royal Highness’ domain.
Bestowing upon all those who slumber
A hushed stillness of a quiet sleep.

. . . Of lyrical melody for the minstrel to sing.
. . . Of rhythmic poetry for the poet to write.

This Lady of the night, Oh, so fair
Only the melancholic would glory 
In the shadow of her mystique flair.
Eagerly awaiting, impatiently anticipating, 
Night after night, expecting with all delight,
Bask in her beauty in the soft glow
Of her evening light"