There was magic in the air that night.
Whispers the wind past anxious ears.
Easy is the maiden with hands about her shoulders,
Strong fingers drive her tender flesh.
His lips brush past the nape of her neck.

And there were flowers strewn about the night.
They'd just returned from the garden.
Petals stuck wet to her flesh,
The scent of Earth on their backs
and a Lady Bug crawls over her thumb.
And there was music in the breeze that night.
Floating softly past open venetian blinds
Croaker Suites, Owl Odes, Bat Symphonies and
Soft burrowing animals complete the melodies.
Weather moves the chimes and rain beats gently the leaves.

And there was no one there to greet me that morn,
A dream I could have drowned in.
The whispers, the wind, the gentle sweet rain
Burned away in the rays of dawn and my love
burrowed like an animal driven away by the sun.