The Night In Question

“The Night in Question”. You ask again, about the night in question? that night in question, three thousand years ago, when drawing down the moon was forbidden, forbidden to you, so very, very long ago. Your fingertips touching his thigh, as you watched me g... dying leaves, fall as winter tears, falling, stabbing at the snow, making the deadly icicles, hidden just below. Was that the night in question so very long ago? I see you: lonely, vulnerable, and standing, standing too close to him, as I am hidden in the ice , in the ice, under the snow, Your warm fingertips just touching his thigh, I am hidden just below. The Raven now is silent. Her muse is sleeping, her bed the gentle wind, but I can hear her still: the Raven singing, singing under the ice, under the snow, And I can hear her still: the Raven singing, singing under the ice, under the snow, Was that the night in question? So very very long ago?