Night Spirit Poem by R W Burke

In fine fragile filaments her image is cast
No more than a shimmer 'gainst sky dark and vast
As night silence summons her innocent face
Like a moth to a flame she is drawn to this place
Delicate steps through the darkest of hours
Bring this young apparition from her ivory towers

She pirouettes pensive in unearthly dance
A translucent figure naive in its stance
With footsteps that flicker amid shadows and light
Whilst pale lunar path lures her out from the night
A contour reflected against midnight's dark frieze
Thin gossamer gown whirling soft on the breeze

This vision is rare and nearly all will be met
With the merest impression of a faint silhouette
Elusive young spirit on the dark side of pale
As, childlike, she dances her tentative trail
Each solstice her ghostly attendance implies
That this is the place her young memory lies