Silver light falling through the lace,

       Tracing figures upon your face,

While your dark eyes keep warning,

       You’ll leave me come the morning,

. . . this I know.

Duvet down upon the floor,

       Raincoat hanging behind the door,

Arms outstretched across the bed,

       Wind-chimes tinkling above your head.

Clothes still draped across the chair,

       Moonlight streaking through your hair,

Your bracelets shimmer in the light,

       Casting jewels upon the night.

And in your sleep you give soft sighs,

       Sure alarms when new love dies,

For your dark eyes keep warning,

       You’ll leave me come the morning,

. . . this I know.