Image: Henry and Adele by Judith Clay.
Moon sighed in sorrowed silence,
adrift on deepening shades,
where doves lament the passing;
and lilting notes are made.
Fluted furrowed feelings rose,
blown through tears of grace,
twixt rivered wash of grievings;
the lilt of love debased.
Mellifluous the music wound,
as watered realms did wind,
and Henry dreamt into the night;
Adele long lost in time.