The most secret sorrow you cannot name
      that keeps you forever closed apart,
the dark, unspeakable secret shame
      that haunts the hollow shell of your heart ~

you wrap it about yourself, a veil,
      a garment of sorrow you choose to wear,
an all-encompassing shawl of the soul
      as fluid and sensual as your hair ~

a shimmering, hue-of-twilight dress
      adhering to your exquisite form
with the elemental loveliness
      of roselight after an autumn storm.