Descended on a staircase crafted by a shooting star
And gilded in the glitter from the chase,
Her bare feet sew the dust, like diamonds, scattered in the sands;
Her face shines in the darkness, Saturn's rings inside her hands;
So skilled with captivation, she ignites those brilliant bands,
And, delighted, drapes the cinch about her waist.
Instinctively, the dance begins, an orbit all its own;
A galaxy made miniature on Earth.
The graceful flits and flurries of a Faerie in her realm;
The swift and certain deftness of a Captain at her helm;
Our Lady holding court, a sight so sure to overwhelm;
And, captivated, we observe the birth.
What seems to be eternity elapses in a blink,
The rings grow weak and shed their brilliant light;
And then a weary smile joins the glimmer in her eye,
And with a modest curtsy, casts her gaze back to the sky,
To ascend upon a sunbeam at the seagulls' morning cry,
And, awestruck, we await another night.