Home: Poetry: Robbie L. Keene: Stalker of Mystery
You come to me
taking my soul to heights,
then steal away 
in the mysterious night.

You made my heart ask
can it be true,
is there someone there
can it be you?

The wind brushes
against my face,
your touch has left
a gentle trace.

But that is all
for now you're gone,
to run and hide
before the dawn.


All copyrights are acknowledged and those remain the property of the owners. Also these pages contain my opinions (unless otherwise specified), and thus, does not reflect the beliefs of others. The Garden of the Black Rose and its related pages are copyrighted (c)1998 by Ivy McKnight