Midnight Mountain Top

She wore a dress of black satin,
fittingly flowing over every curve.
The dress sparkled with golden glitter,
accentuated by the reflecting light.
She is the night as I look over creation.
The city lights shine like the flames
of a thousand tiny candles.
This beauty so inspiring,
only a woman fit for the metaphor.
The wind dances, the dress twirls,
darkness covers the world at my feet.
The lights are the glitter that dresses tonight,
her curves are the very mountains.
Stars like eyes twinkling with untold secrets,
the crescent moon like the curve of a lip;
it smiles a pearly white grin.
God has dressed the night
as a woman dresses for the occasion.
Lord thank you for tonight,
I gaze upon its radiance from the mountain top.