Night’s Possessions Black velvet veiled, bright visitor alightsslipping through slats, staining them; whiteeerie eyeball, entering my musingsas a large leering (lunatic perhaps?)Incensed at her ingress, ill-preparedto defend my dreams, indubitably I resist.I love you, my lovely; but Luna, they’re mine. Björn is today’s host of dVerse’ Meeting the Bar. Björn says:today I want you to…