~ The Eyes wonder
At night and in the dark
Where did they find the Knight to hold her gaze?
The nose twitches, heady in her scent,
Is that the heavy layered jasmine?
Or the bloom known as the "Queen of the Night"
unfolding after dark,
The fingers trembled as they remember
the pianissimo They played on her over and over again
Blood stones ~ Weird stones, rent asunder By His voice
Calling out in Mute Pleas.