she flowed into the room
and the people stopped and stared
though no one could say
exactly why
behind her shy smile
sadder eyes shone
as if she could see
something we could not
and alone felt the pain
of our tomorrows sorrow
to me she was
the nightingale
the lark
the white queen
under dark wings
behind her no shadows
dare to tread
she was at once
all of my sadness
and my joy
for I knew to her
my heart lay bare
and tears like rivers
flowed
had I known her before
in another life
in another place
could I have loved as much as I loved her now
and I loved her always
my nightingale
my lark
my dark queen
under white wings
in her sad eyes
my joy's sorrow revealed