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.