Her stars  are bright this night
Even the pale silvered moonlight
spills in pools on the pathways.

In the distance smeone is playing
Bolero on a flute.
It's melody is burning my soul.
As her lips once did.

A cat unaware of loss or passion
reflects the beauty of the
wild clematis
in its green eyes,

The crescendo of sadness
overwhelms my grief.
In the distance someone
is playing bolero on a flute.
And my soul is aching.

The cat turns
to witness my sadness.
Its eyes green and wide.
Reflecting all the darkness
of a sorrow that is
lost in infinity.