Celebrating Eve Poem by Stephen Parkes

Misty tendrils reach out for the dawn
from that star-shot failing hour, jealous of the light
Through the vast, remorseless umbrage, on to morn
a path is lit; her dance 'til dawn
The dance of life that guides her through the night

She dances for the stars to please
(she does everything with ease)
Moonbeams frame her every move
(their chance to shine, their gift of love)
She dances free, sublime, so proud
(skirt the shadow's beckoning shroud)

Her dreams are made of light and life