The Night Approaches

The night, the purple and dark night,
In brilliant darkness slowly approaches.
The night with blue clouds, clouds of perfection,
Approaches with grace, from the direction of the sunset.

The night, the night of the clear and strong moon,
Approaches slowly, its shadows like death:
A fountain of shadows, calm and darkling.
The night approaches on wings like a butterfly's.

The night, the night with a luminous beauty,
Approaches in the path of a star:
A sea of fire and of air, of shadows and darkness,
A fire of water and of stone, of light and gloaming.

The night, the night like a young and innocent woman,
Approaches jeweled, approaches with elation, always brilliant.
The night approaches as light approaches in the east;
The night approaches, and darkness embraces the west.