The thickest of nights
The air’s standing still
A pale orange light is crowning the hill
Her gates- opened wide
The fence grazes the ground
Inevitable tide is wetting her gown
And out of the dark
A memory appears
Walks through her trails
Uproots all her fears
She’s waited for years
And he didn’t come
She held back the tears and almost turned numb
But yet she did wait
The air’s standing still
And then through her gates, the most terrible thrill
Here in the dark
A memory escapes
A stranger roams free- she stares at the drapes
Out in the dark
She’s riding with him
An ill-fated spark- unfulfilled whim