Dense lit cloudiness falls and rolls moving to rise then drop into the night vanishing from sight as this apparition comes nearer, becoming clearer. Commanded in this spaces place where time is fixed upon this moments grace. I am held a witness to this ghosted drifting where I see better the being of my feeling strode up to this eves quaint, an image vague and outline faint a strolling figure, ever prettier.
Glazes of emeralds, her eyes are as shimmering reflections of sparkling light piercing the clouded shroud she wears. Calling in me to those deepening things caught and felt, that later get fought until again they are sought only to be guarded an kept stove. Silenced inward, mourned by sharing then neatly tucked away with caring. Radiant as she walks with glances to chances held in precious solitude.
Followed by the majestic moons glow as it floods her steps with luminescence pouring from the sky. Filling up the moment as she enters it like a "pool of moon bright contained in a pond of dark rising around her," flowing into the night and rolling with the thickly clouded air that gets colored a celestial luminous shade.