A SMILE'S GRACE

Night graces your presence, painted in lilac hues.
Occasionally, a smile's grace shatters the wineglass,
igniting starlight, your night, a shadowland—
a realm for shared dreams. I am not a wanderer
in your lilac night; I'm the one I used to be.
As night unfurled within you, I pondered
the heart's uncertain state: the self, the soul, neither content.
Yet, in our bodies, heaven and earth entwine,
and you are all of your night, a radiant celestial ink.
Night's pact, anesthetizing my being like a dozing fox,
it holds a mystique that brightens my words. As clarity grows,
tomorrows become more daunting in its grasp.