I am invisible for night
And If the sun seek me It is in vain-
That serves him right.
Night velvet flounces
Of feathery brightness clouds bear,
Lifted by soft breeze these know
In dribs and drabs it goes all the way
where tassels blow and tease
My throat arched beyond the moon’s passage.
You ask in such impertinent plainness
‘Why wander hither and thither
In such listless wonder, Do you?
I lean out to touch the gown
Steeped in imperious purple dye-
My gown is of such pleasure
That cannot bear the roses-
And the briar must forbear
From fancies of the drab noon-tide,
Who else but the moonbeams wove
sequins along the field of purple , and
for my pleasure?
Touch not with words to confuse
the invisible pleasure of this union with
Living and the dying.
Where none mortal may dream
they shall know me in a roundabout way;
Look not dreamer for stars, my eyes
nor too closely at my lashes
the seat of seven sisters weaving a dream
It is a lie for the curious eye.
For I am beholden neither to sun nor the moon
Beyond reproach of reason and madness
I See beyond these vile mortality:
What was, what is and What will be.