A Midnight Story Poem by Bill Simmons

Once upon a midnight story
When the night is filled with dreams
Long ago once lived was a woman
A servant to her Queen

She was in love with a Knight
But this could never be
And he so loved her too
But a servant to the Queen is not free

She heard something at her window
She opened and looked down below
There he was, the Knight of her dreams
On one knee and bearing a rose

He breathed the fragrance in
Then brushed it upon each cheek
Then he stood and tossed up to her
One night on a night filled dream

She smelled the flower
And too brushed it against her cheeks
Then she kissed the rose itself
Tossed it back and said please to keep

She then came to him
Their love was their love to keep
Such is the midnight story
On a midnight of a night filled dream.


Copyright 2006 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar
BillWilliamStar@aol.com