Will I find you there under the stars?**
Stopping to smell the roses
No notice
Of folded darkness night exposes.
An aroma of sweet illusion
Soft pedals, sharp edges.

A blanket of stars
Jagged tips in the dark
Will I find you there?
Watching, haunting
Swaying beauties
Smirks of suspicion.

Overlooking the roses
Amidst darkness
Stopping under the stars.

Will I find you there?