Beautiful night, calming serenity.
Your skies aglow with champagne diamonds.
Raven shadows pique feline curiosity.
I want to dwell in your darkened corners
finding solace within the hem of onyx.
How often you command lovers to tryst,
luring them with promises of obsidian secrecy.
Here they call you Bella Notte;
I suppose it's because you incite amore.
An Italian profumo, lingering on sable skin,
which reveals nocturnal ballads of clandestine affairs.
Oh Bella, Bella Notte.
Dawn is peaking, your ebony color fades
revealing lighter hues of night's secrets.
As charcoal gives way to tangerine,
I stir, your music whispering in my ears.