Empress of the night

Humming soothing melodies

of fantasy and make-believe,

silky dreams she weaves

as gently the cradle rocks...

In the night breeze,

from the starry sieve,

fantasies drop like autumn leaves 

as enchanted pathways she unlocks...

Cleverly her spell, she casts

till the crimson dawn to last.

Scarlet dust, sun's chariot kicks up-

clearing the air of the magic afloat ...

The queen returns each night

bewitching the world with starlight,

 sprinkling reveries and slumber syrup,

sailing on yonder in her mystery-boat...

Picture is  from Google images