I stood there unmanned by silence
and darkness
the scent of ancient timbers
and old dusty papers
a flame danced upon the
unwholesome air
for a small eternity I stood in
the breath of moonlight
in the cool evening air
my head cleared instantly
a distant dog bark drifted acrossed the
haze of a cobbled lane
she heard the front door slam as
she read from a book with no pictures
that auburn hair
that sinuous grace
meandering , exquisitely drawn out
perfectly sustained
a sweet high note
looking further into my heart then
I would have thought possible
that labyrth inside catacombs
I felt content in the warmth
of her rising sun