In the quiet of the night,
beneath the starry sky,
she sings to him,
serenading the memory of his soul.
She sits among the willow trees
and weaves enchantment by moonlight
with bittersweet melodies
of grief and lost love.
The clouds clear away
and the rustling willows hush -
her song demands silence,
the better for him to hear.
And in that still air,
her voice travels across the world,
carried by wind and starlight,
lulling babes to peaceful sleep
and grown men to thoughts of home.
Those who hear her haunting song
think themselves bewitched by moonlight...
only to find others humming her tune
come the misty dawn
and hence know it not a dream.
And so they speak
of the mysterious maiden
who sings to the stars
songs of sorrow
to her love no longer
of the mortal world,
begging him to return.
Some call her a goddess,
some call her a witch;
but all call her Luyelila,
she who sings by night.

09/10/2000

Author's Note: As a side note, Luyelila is the name of my alter-ego.

Posted on 09/22/2001
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