Back of Beyond

Moonbeams filtered through the chintz curtains
She sat looking at the dark green beyond
It was only yesterday, they had sat there
Music streamed into the night one after another score
They had waltzed shoeless
Till their feet were blistered and sore

Faint tapers had glowed by the brown walls
Wax trickled and the the candles waned
Dribbled on the wooden floor
They had not heard when the wind rustled in the trees
They had ceased to hear, to breathe
Till they were woken by the prying breeze

The dawn lit the yellow earth on the streets
Soft dirt winged as silent footsteps fell
The candles had burnt into their sockets
White lilies, and bluebells glistened by the golden pond
She smiled, and realised, it had been just her
She alone, travelling to the back of beyond