Dusk, the twilight stars' domain,
Forest, lit by rising moon,
Walking through the paths alone,
Coolness, breezes, night is near.

High atop the waving trees,
On the branch of tallest birch,
Slender, sitting, watching all,
Child of the approaching night?

Twilight's form, inhabits flesh,
Female form, of human build,
Far above, on seat of branch,
Looking down, as I looked up.

Clad in sky, and nothing else,
Down from treetop she descends,
Painted on her comely form,
Stars and moon, the trees, and mist.

Hair is long, and flows in breeze,
Eyes that shine with light of moon,
Have I crossed to places fey?
Or the fey has come to me?

Time is still, world's turning paused,
Take the twilight woman's hand,
Coolness on my kissing lips,
Moonlight shows her smiling face.

On the ground, my clothes are tossed.
Now I too am clad in sky.
Forests and the fields ahead
Wait for us to wander by.

Much on that enchanted time
Happened, though I don't know what
Morning came at end of all,
And memory is slowly gone.

Dreams are brief, yet long as life,
Worlds of worlds within my head,
Memories of things that are,
Things that were, or never been.