On nights, where the clouds touch the tree tops! When Sky moves,while her cloud veil flows behind; like eels in water. On an unseen tack the fabric snags, Moonlight slithers through, lighting up the forest floor. There, in her perennial glory, that beauty who blushes unseen, but to the nyctophiles! A Moonflower, in an ethereal glow, with her face towards her love, confident like a woman, stands tall! Unperturbed by the gnawing cold, lost in trance in the magic of the dark!