By Angel Sue
Date: 9 January 1998

Alone

Alone in the moonlit chamber, she thinks of him.
Soft whispers, the memory of a gentle caress,
If the moon smiled he would remind me of you.

Alone in the moonlit chamber, she thinks of him.
And cries because of the beauty, 
just as the waxen tears of the fragrant candle.


Alone in the moonlit chamber, she thinks of him.
And the music of their joining, vibrates in the memory,
and so my thoughts, as you are gone.