Tonight

Tonight, these words I write for you,
For the evening has grown late, and all but I dream,
In between these dancing diamonds,
Upon a black satin sheet, I see you face,

Tonight, the glittering Ice and falling flakes,
Remind me of your eyes, glossed by candle light,
And at this lonely hour, awake,
I wonder, could I have loved you?

Tonight, I write of what I once new
Now, in winter, have forgotten the feeling of spring,
Did I love you? Perhaps not,
But then, I must have loved you,

Tonight the pale scene of the streets,
Give me pauses to dwell,
And smile, warming like a hot drink,
Then, cruelly returned by the sound of passing cars,

Tonight I will write for you,
The sun long set, awaiting the coming rise,
My memories, wafting like strawberry scent on the wind,
And you, lay somewhere asleep, warm, and in my dreams,
Happy,

Tonight I will have said nothing,
For someone else now holds your heart,
Hoping he can love you, as I should have,
Love you as I couldn’t, love you as I wouldn’t,

Tonight you are gone, like the day before,
I thought my dream would never end,
But like all dreams, I must awake,
Realizing I had overslept, far too late.