Midnight Roses
I've been trying to think
Of a suitable metaphor
For the way you slept last night
When I came to bed in the dark,
And you lay there,
Smelling of roses in the dark.
But no, I'm too tired to find it now.
And it doesn't matter so much,
For tonight I'll visit again
That same strange shore
Where the waves are as warm
As the curves of a girl
And roses bloom in the dark.
