And every night it s different;

I recognize her every time,

Though every time it s changed.

I don t know what makes her

Shine before she takes a dark veil;

I can only guess what sad memory

In shadows sometimes hides her up high.

But every night I look up to see her,

And when she s not there I can

Still in the dark perceive er.

For despite her many phases

I ve seen her shine again

And in the vault retake her seat

To light my path stricken by pain.

And, despite her many faces,

I took a peek under the veil,

And I could know for certain

There s only one, and one of her.