It was midnight as she gazed out of her window
moon was shining bright
and warm spring breezes tugged her thoughts
back with it to the night.
And it was sweet and honey, sickly, thickly,
glistening with falsities
with sugared rhymes she drempt of him
back with them
of the night.
And it filled her chest with with laughter
skin was tingling with bubbles
as she lost her train of thought and brought it
back into the night.
There was no time to be thinking as her whole world,
it was sinking
as her mind and body, soul, slipped deeper
falling from the light.
And thickly, sickly, sweetly
did she wallow in great floods of it
and thi