| A Nightly Carriage Ride She took the rose I handed her. I gently kissed her hand. She placed it in her hair, just before the dance. The stars were out, we grabbed one. We waltzed around the heavens. Saturn, Neptune, the yellow moon, by the Milky Way we made them all. I placed her in my carriage, in her gown of silk and lace. Daylight was breaking, our carriage soon collapsed. The breakfast morning table, her eyes reflected light. I saw the moon and Saturn, she�d had a lovely night. The Masked Writer � 2002 T Lovett |