Cloaked in orange, and without speaking
She waited, barely moving, teasing
This iridescent orb of light
She hid behind the shades of night
But even through clouds as dark as ink
She shimmered, and made you stop to think
And I, through the leafy greens and a copse of trees
I wondered if she'd heard my plea?
For an armour just as light and grand-
An armour behind which to stand
And then I thought I heard her say,
You are the most foolish girl I've met today
This armour, the colour of golden sand
This thing behind which I stand
Is nothing but reflected light
You see it only because of night.
