Her face is of another world,
the lady of the night,
her beauty framed by Heaven's glow
of alabaster light.
Radiant yet softly shy,
behind a veil she slips.
Eternity can't make a face
her beauty won't eclipse.
She smiles at her companion then
serenely turns away
as if she were a lover lost
with nothing more to say.
She peers into the depths of space
in darkness, unafraid
then turns to face the world again,
her monthly penance paid.
© Copyright 2003 Dean Neighbors
I'm such a lunatic.
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