Fever In Her Eyes

 By Connie James 

In the midnight skies 
The moon in her full bloom
         In her velvety darkness.
Leaving me wondering, at the infinity 
Before my eyes!
         My universe, comprehend I do not.
The mysteriousness, of it all;  

My senses are so attuned to the sounds of the night.
     That she-devil prowling the streets 
With hunger in her eyes.
Looking for the one the only one.
She'll never compromise!  

Coming upon that station, fear in her heart.  
Whilst the world slept.
Searching her love, so alone sitting 
     Head in hands hanging low cupping his face 
As if his world's falling apart;

Quietly moving, she touches him once
Her hands covering his eyes.
     Gazing into her eyes, knowing the touch 
There was fever exuding in her eyes;
Burning embers her blood.
Fevers in the air!

Taking her hands in his, gazing into her eyes
He could see that weeping, was she.
Knowing that love's deeply embedded in her heart.
And a hunger within the sighs.
In-between years, she lost her mind.
And to the mountain highs I cried;  

In the darkness of my nights, the whispers between us 
And in the silence of the dawning of the suns 
Opening his eyes      
Echoing through my mind.
Of the night, I've cried out my love.
With whispering hands, our woe's 
Exclamations the sighs;

Through the night phrases uttered between us.
But as the midnight bell tolls;
Help cannot but recall our nights f love.
At the midnight station with the moon in her full bloom 
& I like a banshee prowling the midnight streets
With hunger, fever in her eyes...