Dark trees in a darkened word. Candle flame
Freshly fallen snow. A white dove croons
The sweet scent of roses. Walking through gloom
Guided by voices beautiful, she came
Shattered clock. She had forgotten her name.
Sheets of white silk. The light of a blue moon
A broken music box plays out a tune
She opened her heart for it to be tamed.
She undid her robe. The moon turned to glass
Closing her eyes. Smiling with ecstasy
Throwing her head back. Falling through the night
Lying on the snow. Breathing out short gasps
Remaining there, leaving no print, she lay
Until the arrival of dawn’s first light
25th October 2004
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