On a nice bright day after the stroke of midnight <br />Two Lovers dance in within the pale moonlight <br />With armless hands they embraced each other <br />With lip less faces they kissed one another <br /> <br />Such grace their legless bodies did posses <br />As they danced with beauty only angels should confess <br />In the each others arms they were all night long <br />Waltzing to a tuneless song <br /> <br />A mute that had not a trace of a face <br />Was standing in a singers place <br />The mute had such an amazing voice <br />That even angels were forced to rejoice <br /> <br />They all danced one and all <br />Until the one took a fall <br />He rose back up, on just one knee <br />While the mute looked on quite jealously <br /> <br />With a ring twined with a beautiful black rose <br />He spoke sweet soundless words to propose <br />And with a look a shade darker than envy <br />The mute silently and unnoticedly left the three<br /><br />Tyrone Wingfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-lovers-and-the-mute/
