the darkening blue of failing light…

the darkening blue of failing light brightens the mind-
we lift our eyes to a beauty that doesn’t blind.

the moon saves us from the wicked brilliance of day;
our mood shifts to the muted light of shadow play.

the beloved has become fully agreeable;
her face is now magnificently visible.

she will wink and flirt all the way to early dawn;
god save us from any kind of impudent yawn!

the long, cool night will be full of delightful play-
you ask about tomorrow? well, let come what may!

darvish cries out with a sharp stab of anxiety;
his flushed face fears an onset of sobriety.

as her pale face and black curls fade from sight,
the early dawn explodes with burning shards of light!




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