One midnight in June ..

This is what I thought of when creating this :

At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And softly dripping, drop by drop, Upon the quiet mountain top, Steals drowsily and musically Into the universal valley. The rosemary nods upon the grave; The lily lolls upon the wave; Wrapping the fog about its breast, The ruin moulders into rest; Looking like Lethe, see! the lake A conscious slumber seems to take, And would not, for the world, awake. All Beauty sleeps!—and lo! where lies Irene, with her Destinies!

• From 'The sleeper' by Edgar Allen Poe

This poem speaks of a love that reaches into after-life in concern for the well-being of a dead woman's soul... in some way the layered colors reflect the same .