Black Lace

At midnight, the moon full and pale At the fanfare of the band Rested on the marble rail I saw the pearl skin of your hand. Descending in a crimson gown Diamonds resting on your chest Silk cascading to the ground You, fair swan, stood from the rest The glinting of your hazel eyes More nurturing than nature’s womb Hair as dark as the night skies Cheeks as red as a rose in bloom In swirls of fabric and the moon I held you tender in my arms But oh our dance ended too soon And left behind a ring of charms And in the flickering candlelight I could finally see a trace Of the girl from childish nights Beneath the mask of pure black lace