The Shroud Of Midnight

As the shroud of midnight falls over sleeping garden walls and the moon hides behind a cloud the ghosts of lovers past lay bare the tracks they used to follow. Down leafy lanes and against trees where they used to lean, the summer evening vents scents that fill the air with mystic perfume to enthral the senses of anyone who may pass there. A cooling breeze follows the shroud of midnight as it gently touches everything and the lives of present lovers lay hidden and unseen until the moon peeks from behind the cloud and brightens things a little around the midnight shroud. 16 February 2009