The night had us entwined
- as beautiful as painful, as lost.
Nocturnal gusts then passed her by
- And she alone came forth

Only trees bear witness, Drifting...
as in my ears she whispers
poetry forgotten by all

"Words hold no comfort,
blessed the two by silence nigh.
kiss me now, before the sun,
by morning lights."

Then I did know,
she was not to be the one.