In the stillness of a moonless night
a thought takes off in search of a fragrance
flitting noiselessly from the shadow of a tree
to the bench that once was bathed with love
No moon unveils itself to show it the way
to the valley where it had once slept
among some flowers of hope..
It wanders up the night sky,
resting briefly on a floating cloud
too fragile to bear its mournful weight
As the night moves towards a silvery dawn
the orphan returns home
to the sleepless cove
from where it often flies
in search of a lost scent.