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