The Knight

by Christine Holden
(UK)

Darkness falls like a veil
Sleep as always evades
Creative thought pervades
She waits patiently
The only sound her beating heart
The night has its own shining armour
Sometimes he surprises her
Brightening her darkest thoughts
Urging her to pick up the pen, again.
Her eyes reflect his love
Shining with anticipation
An unspoken understanding
He toys with her emotions
Casting a half hearted smile
Through the frosted glass
Yet still she awaits his return
Before the sun rises to burn
His memory from her mind.