Deprived dark lullabies
Sing a nefarious sinful symphony
Behind her corseted shy smile
The foreign moody melody calls
To his private passions
Clearing cold cobwebs
From his hardened heart
In a crescendo of deep desire

Sitting on the edge of their time
Listening to the ocean’s song of lost love
Her ephemeral light fades
As her treasured thoughts of him
Sink into her shipwrecked heart
She slips under the current of misery
Done fighting its pull, drowning in despair

Hands move
Over bodies and time
Telling the mother of all lies
That we’ll have another hour
A bright new day
But the clock’s ticking
Timeless numbers and notions
While seasons race to an end
And we reach for a new beginning

She sends a silent thank you to the midnight moon as it lights her path. Snow crunches under her boots and falls gently from the sky, as she enjoys the moment, this sliver of solitude amongst the tinsel, gifts, and holiday cheer.