Dancing to ancient music, graceful, elegant, laying side by side...
only our hands touching.
A dance, erotic, loving and warm. Sensual and soft as a feather.
No need for conversation~expressing all with the touch of your hand in mine.
I would like to go to the ballet once more.
Oh that you would but take me there, but I fear I shall not dance that dance again.
Leaves quiver and fall to earth with a silent sigh.
How do they know how to mourn?
A night bird glides across the face of the moon,
as I call to you with my heart...
Ah rememberance.
I embrace the night as it absorbs the light and extinguishes yet another day.
In the velvet darkness no will will detect my pain.
No one can bear witness to these silent tears.
I turn my face into the ebony sky
as the night wind whispers your name through the trees...
and the leaves fall to earth with a silent sigh.
Like me, they have learned how to mourn.