In the deep South, late at night, mysteries abound. I wrote this after reading “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil” by John Berendt.

Shall I divulge to you the hidden thoughts
You may not want to hear?
Come this way through graveyard plots,
Pretend it?s your wild frontier.
Sit down, my love, beneath this tree
Hanging heavy with Spanish moss,
Spend a moment in a dream with me
While we vanquish the spectre of loss.
The mist arising from the river down here
Has tendrils that coil around
Tombstones etched with names and years,
Silence creates unearthly sound.
To anyone watching I?m all alone
Even though you sit beside me.
You embody the love that I?ve never known
But longed for, and wanted to be
Real, alive, filled with mutual desire,
Two who have become one.
It is here that I set my heart afire,
Consider just whom I?ve become.
Now darkness begins to entangle the night,
Fireflies weave and stitch with a glow
An embroidered veil of quiet delight
As the river continues to flow
Silent and deep like the blood in my veins
Carrying my love to you.
Inside this dream we rejoice to the strains
Of our love song ringing forever true.

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