I'm gonna say the moon, or mother moon and her diamonds are the stars, the howling songs are the wolves, she greets her sister the sun then goes to rest as day approaches.

Your music calls to me in the crisp cool air of the night
though I can barely hear it.... to be near it... seams right

your lilting flutes and haunting songs...
make me dream of dancing the whole night long

sometimes I can barely sleep, for the ache of wanting you
most nights I can only dream of what you kind can do

and sincerely I thank you, for giving me such sight
and once again I thank you for this enchanted night