By Night She’s Magic
With easy grace she walks the night, along a sylvan shore.
A whisper of the moment, her laughter a soft caress to night.
She dances in moon dappled waters, her steps music of her heart evermore .
Her beauty a dream, sweet the moment of her being, so perfect, so right .
In the night she is a different woman, a spirit of heart and soul you see.
Alive in a way she doesn’t even notice, aware only of the night.
Touching all around her with magic, she never sees her gift to me.
Wonder is the only word that comes close, to her perfection so right.
Morning, whew, fires are blazing in the Lair. Glad I snuck off to bed early. LOL