This nights bride

Oh, night air it calls to me
Like orchids to the one they need,
and should I listen to it’s plea,
Surely then I would let it feed
Upon the dreams my heart does bleed.

So in that black I would glide,
and let the wind take my hair,
as though my hair were my pride
And find the proper place for alter.
So I may be this night’s bride.

Oh! To give myself so absolutely,
and ask from the night deliverance.
Why else would night coax with fragrance?
If not to save me and bravely
show me again how to dance?!