I made this night for you:
crafted every star,
brushed the sky’s velvet nap to be
now black as loneliness,
now deepest blue.

I smoothed the edges of the moon,
marked its face with thumbprints,
made it shimmer,
so you would smile.

I dappled the grass with moisture
to wash your feet,
and hung the scent of magnolia
over the darkened paths.

I hushed the traffic
to hear you breathe, and called
the trickle of wind
that lifts your hair.

I made this night for you
and it is almost wonderful enough
to be worthy.