often at the fall of dusk
purple-shaded in the vanishing light
before I could see the glow
I had to feel the heat
dusk passes to the night of dark azure
watch her stars play in quiet blue
jewels of radiance
her eyes dazzle me
shining like star-dust
her warmth can fuse
gracious fantasy beauty flows onto my soul
in the grip of fiery passion, poets give her adoration