After the sun goes down and twilight swirls

With stars and street lamps, a spray of pearls

It’s a night of delight and enchantment unfurls

A lissome limbed dancer pirouettes and twirls.

She feels the sway of inspiration there

The breath of a silver wind through her hair

The vision inhales, deep bliss without care

Loses herself, a solar flare in the night air

                                                                           -L. Teste