Das Rosenbett

[derhofnarr]

I might be in Baden
The moon is almost full tonight
But not so full as a year ago
When it hung in Austrian skies
The air is warm, fragrant and embracing
But not so fragrant as the air
Wafting from the Rosarium
Nor as gently embracing
As the arms of the woman
Which encircled me that evening
Nor as warm as the lips
Which caressed my ears
Fingers of both hands clasped together
We had passed the evening
In our worlds of illusion,
Images of the Bed of Roses
Passing before our eyes
The evening remains etched in my memory