NIGHT 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.
Night gazes upon itself, secure in its endlessness,
only mirrors and ancient shepherd songs honor it,
in a summer of enamored emperors. Night once bloomed
in Jahili poetry, where lovers followed its path to the distant moon,
in the realm of unspoken words...