Grows The Night

Grows the night as moonlit waves swivel

to unravel submerged mysteries,

dark fears uncurl into sapphire hopes,

lustrous divine chandelier on pier.

Grows the night to unveil moist layer

of echoed enchanting fog of faith,

flaming muse scintillates pearls of love,

with musk-soaked lullabies grows the night.

This poem consists of 8 non-rhyming lines with 9 syllables in each line. The phrase at the beginning of the first line also begins the fifth line and ends the last line.