A Silver Bride
Dressed in dewdrops and stars
Lace spun of spiderwebs silk
Pearls and shimmers adorning her brow
O'er Cynthia's rays she prevails at Night
During the day she is hidden away
Alone and resplendent 
Waiting for the dusk and her home to return
The eventide is her time to come and be herself 
To inhabit the earth as her proper self
A Silver Bride