Carol Lynn Grellas  

Note on a Windowsill 

 

Beloved when you find the petal’s dew
Assuming blossoms seeped the evening’s rain
In sinful hours of midnight it was you
Who swathed my mind with promises of pain,

 

Where once I bathed in moonlight for you here
My gown of lace tied wrapped with a chord of braid
Enveloped in the mist and beckoned near
A nightingale began to serenade

 

He sang of your betrayal unto me
Unfaithfulness with one you will deny
My darling every watermark you see
You name a bloodless flower, it was I

 

Who wrote these words of love upon the sill
My veins supplied the ink, my heart the quill.