Lady of Endless Night

(to Lynn)

In the movement of bodies

You are stillness

In the traffic of looks

You are a silent glance

In the buzz of lips

You are an elapse of words

Oh beautiful black eyes

Whereupon my spirit pries

What inner resource possess your being

To magnetize

This inward seeing?

Could it be that you are real?

While these others unwrapped are paper still

Could it be that you are real?

What travesty these fools comprise

An audience for outward eyes

But you my lady of endless night

I to this private heart invite