Night Scented Stock

One from the back catalogue. This poem was written on the 13th April 2005.

Night Scented Stock

The air is fresh, cool, so vibrant

With a promise of abandonment

To the wild night now awakening

The rustle of leaves begins to sing

With the sweetest perfume in the air

The slightest breeze caressing hair

Night scented stock swaying slow

Like dancing partners in air flow

This is a night of magic, of wonder

Now arises fragrance of lavender

All assails the senses, goes so deep

Am I awake, or dreaming, asleep?

Then the moon emerges in white

From behind clouds comes to sight

Bathing landscapes in pale glow

Moon beams trickle down below

Touch the skin, reach the heart

Her finest pleasures to impart

Giving wonder, joy, ecstasy

To those adoring worthily.