In Satin Bliss
The silver moon smiles aglow
Lighting the golden veil softly draped
And gently teased in the airy flow
From the moon-mirrored great lake
Sky blue eyes, radiant silver now
Look upon the night in wonder:
Is there love for me, where and how?
Her poor heart’s torn asunder.
The lake breeze blows and knows her name
So gentle, soft against her skin.
It say’s she’s not to blame
Says, in the end, she will win.
Her radiant smile shames the moon
Her golden veil mocks the sun
Breeze blows, you shall know love soon
Your emptiness forever, forever undone.
The angel recalls ancient happiness
And disrobes for this night’s sleep.
She feels the wind remove distress
In satin bliss she weeps.
© June 28, 2000