A Love She Did Chase

A new poem. Worried about my imagery.

She is night.
Dark hues of purple and blue,
Thick dark rings 'round the outline of her wide eyes,

She sings lullabies.
Beautifully written lies,
To the stars she holds in her palms,

And they whisper prayers.
To whatever God is listening,
Wishing on them to mend her broken heart,

For she disappears in the light.
And morning barely knows she exists,
Barley knows that she is,

But she won't admit.
She's chasing an endless fate,
And I weep for her,

As I watch her follow the sun.