The peacocks with their eerie call cut the silence of the precious night, Just two of us and

our glass of champagne sparkling in the dying light. It is our last day together and our lips brush softly but our eyes don t see, After all this time and all that has been said you still struggle loving me. The fountain dances like a thousand firelies caught in an hourglass turned, Your hand finds mine and the warmth flowing between us slowly burned. But as a candle melting from the wick inside out love s actions come late, Almost dissolved are our hopes and when they reform they are lost to fate. The grass feels wet underfoot I feel it through the soles of my bare feet, I stand upon your boots and caress you in a way that you feel is indiscrete. Whilst the tear I knew was welling forms like the tiny pearl in the shell, To be brushed aside as worthless for there is nothing left for us to tell. Then the waning moon fades behind a And I take it that the end has come The gramophone music plays over the Where it ends and dies unheard much drifting cloud and refuses to shine, and this is the heralding of that sign. lawns and down to the gardens, the same as my heart as it hardens.

Cold smooth statues gleaming white are the only witnesses to the event, This is where we take our leave and where the last of my energy was spent. No more the kisses or the passion or the effort for the sake of the other, The pillow of soft silken lies folds dark over my face only too smother. A cold wind catches me in the grip that will be the one to hold me now, And I succumb to the will of where fate drifts me somewhere somehow. I watch the branches of the oak bending to and fro from where I stand, Then I let go my heart, I let go the tear and finally I let go of your hand.