In the Inn

Night after night, hours by the hour...
A swimming vision, fills my dreams...
A distant light, in the darker night..
Comes forth to my mind's eye.


A wary traveller, an unwary host...
Trapped by the moonlight outside...
In an inn, all by themselves...
Try to make the night memorable.


A foreigner he was, a local lass was she...
Undeterred in determination, he...
Unmatched in rustic beauty, she...
Sitting together, stealing slight glances.


She spoke, he listened, he spoke she didn't...
Nay, she was not rude, for she cared...
Nay, he was not shy, just scared...
Scared of falling in love once again.


His fears came true, he fell again...
She could hear him fall, she just smiled...
He spoke to her, she listened now...
To him, to his delightful words of adoration.


The night grew old, the moments passed swiftly..
The day marched on, 'twas his time for his daily victory...
She looked outside, the dark was almost out...
He looked outside, the day was almost in...



Stealing a few glances of his new beloved..
Was just not enough, he wished to steal more..
A parting gift, a memorable kiss maybe...
She hesitated, he did not, he kissed she did not.


He stepped out into the day...
Bidding her a tearful adieu, he trudged on...
The journey was not yet half done...
He awaited for the night wistfully.


To rest again at an inn...
To have some good wine..
To warm his heart near the fireplace...
And to fall in love for the night again.