‘Who is this that grows like the dawn, As beautiful as the full moon, As pure as the sun, As awesome as an army with banners?’

Photo: John Larkin 

set against the velvet night

she sheds a sliver light

upon your path

causes you 

to ebb and flow
...

exerting her pull

she reveals

and then she covers
with her fullness
...

let her tide of love

cover your shore

tonight

before morning
dawns

...
let her light
shimmer on your surface 
and sparkle 
in your depths
...
o
how she
waits and waits
to silently show 
herself 
in degrees of 
lightness
...
and then she
turns
...
o 
my love
weep now at the beauty 
of the sight
and for how so very 
short 
is the night