White in the light of morning,

Crimson in the haze of noon,

Black as a storm at evening,

Like the waxing and waning moon.

Cold as the depths of ocean,

Elusive as shadows cast

Or the unceasing motion

Of wanderers in times long past.

Glimpse her face in a daydream

In the fire feel her heart

And in your life she will seem

To always play some hidden part.

In vain you seek to love her,

Only silence speaks her name.

Unlike the stars above her

She will always be the same;

At one with all confusion,

Unknowable and serene,

Mistress of each illusion,

Goddess of the world unseen.