Been Sick

I've been coughing up both my lungs the past two days. During a lull in the action, I'll post.

At Midnight, We Waltz upon the Roses

You look but sixteen as we drift
among the roses set off by

moonlight. A pirouette begins
this sacred dance; lost spirits hover by as

ghostly images resolve to lie among
fool nature's clock. A kiss is but a rose

forgotten in the darkest dew; respect
it's love, for you will see the bright

of day enclosed by petals soft and
those (more sweet) withdrawn.

[(c) 1998]