Midnight, when the hour is darkest;
And secret things lay hidden just outside the reach of moonlight-
I find myself inexplicably wandering through the rose gardens,
Half expecting to see your ghost…
Barefoot in the wet grass, I choose the reddest bloom;
And deign to contemplate our state under the waxing moon.
Cautious not to touch the thorns, I start the telltale game-
Did we Love, or did we not? And are we still the same…
For when Karma finds two silver hearts
Unbowed, unbent, unbroken;
No doubt the Vixen dares to steal
Each truth, each word, unspoken.
-Once Known As “Beautiful”.