Night Rains

To linger in forbidden gardens, dream beneath the black rose tree, to play the tunes for fairy dances through all night’s eternity, I seek those distant ebon towers, stark beside a shadowed sea where misted perfumes of the darkness rise in writhing ecstasy. Visit lands both real and imagined — though who is to say which is which? — in Stephen Brooke’s collection of poems, NIGHT RAINS.