Michael Edwards

LOST IN THE NIGHT

 

 

LOST IN THE NIGHT

 

By gabled window in abstraction

‘neath clouds less large than sky observed

her gentle breasts in folds of silk

at rest upon the ivied ledge.

 

The wistful dreams of men that haunt

his words had left their trace

as she recalled into the night

received in silence by the wind.

 

From vantage of the darkened shadows

by decrees encouraged there

he gazed up at her lissom figure

cowled against the flickering light.

 

His aspirations once prevailed

now lost in time and seen no more

without a key to fit the lock

he journeyed back in morning light.