Chandelier hung low
Centered on a beam
It seemed too large
For the height, the room,
lights scattered and
Strewn
In the forest
The cool wind blew
A cottage retreat
A woman waiting
Tranquilly
Her hair flowing
Steps soft silent
upon the creaky floor
It spoke for her
As the fire raged
Before him
Odor of incense
Or maybe sage
Filled the senses
Hypnotized
Hazed
Glinting crystal sparkling
Lighting her face
Disguised in seductive
Amusement
But wise
Come sit here
She cooed elated
Delicate hands
Fluttering
The music started
Slowly moving room
The dance
It began
The wine soothed
Then frantic
Forest grew restless
Trees became
Jealous
storm began
Then settled
Collapsing sedated
Smiling exhausted
The rain
It silenced
They slept