MID-MORNING SUN, THE BLINDING LIGHT HURTS MY EYES
ON MY TOUNGE THE BITTER TASTES OF THE NIGHT BEFORE
IT'S WAY TO EARLY FOR MY FLIGHT HOME , I STILL GOT SOME TIME TO KILL
THE LIBRARY'S OPEN SO I PUSH ON THE REVOLVING DOOR
I SETTLE DOWN INTO A WELL WORN LEATHER BACK EASY CHAIR
FLIP THROUGH THE NEWSPRINT, A FORGOTTEN STORY COMES TO LIFE
DID SHE ROW OUT ALONE? OR THE DEPTHS PULL HER DOWN FOR AN ICY DANCE?
FALL ASLEEP AND I BEGIN TO DREAM

LUSH AND TERRACED GARDENS ONCE SURROUNDED THE HOUSE ON THE SHORE
A DIMLY LIT AND OVERGROWN GRAVEL TRAIL
A CREAKY DOOR FULL OF COBWEBS, A VENETIAN MARBLE FLOOR
A SPIRAL STAIRCASE THAT LEADS TO AN OPEN BEDROOM DOOR
SUN RAYS REFLECT OFF THE GOLD MIRROR ON THE WALL
CHANDELIERS DANGLE TAUNTINGLY JUST OUT OF REACH
AN ANTIQUE TRUNK, OLD MEMORIES CONTAINED BY A RUSTED LATCH
WITH A SNAP I RELEASE THEM ALL

A KISS IGNITES
THEIR LONG PENT UP LOVE THEY BEGIN TO SWAY
DANCE ARM AND ARM WITHIN THE DRIFTING SNOW
THE RINGS, THE LETTERS, THE CHAMPAGNE,
A LOCK OF HER RAVEN HAIR
HANDS JOINED AGAIN, LOVE ETERNAL AFTER-ALL

BEHIND THE FRENCH DOORS, SHE SUDDENLY APPEARS
EXTENDS TO ME A THANKFUL AND TEAR SOAKED SMILE
THRU FEAR OR INTUITION, I SEND THE TRUNK LID CRASHING DOWN
RE-INTOMBED, THEIR ASTRAL FORMS BEGIN TO FADE
I AWAKE TO THE SOUND OF DOOR SLAMS, THE LIBRARY'S CLOSING DOWN
NOW IM TOO LATE! ANOTHER LONELY NIGHT IN THIS TOWN
JACKET OVER MY HEAD, HAIL A CAB, I STAND IN THE BUCKETS OF POURING RAIN
WHAT A DAY! WHAT A FANTASTIC DREAM !