She flies highest in Darkness
She delights in dusk with rapture.
She expands and shakes with joy at dawn.
Moonlight is a friend She runs to play hide- and- go- seek.
Dampness in the night touches, enlivens Her every sense.
Dark is the Love that transforms Her heart.
Gentle nightlights flare in Her consciousness like a Midsummer bonfire.
People are afraid of the Dark, but not Her.
She scents the night air like a wolf, and then takes flight . . .
Flying high on what can't be seen.
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