in the gloamin the roses bloom
long shadows are cast by Ivy
as it trails up the lattice on the wall
day lilies waxy blossoms wilt
their colors the same as the sunset
the scent of jasmine fills the air
and fresh mown grass competes
I sit under the arbor listening in silence
so still am I, spiders sound loud spinning webs
I hear the honey bee's on roses
the chatter of ants on lattice trails
I even hear the last cry's of the day lilies
as they send out their finial good byes
yet still I sit under the arbor here, waiting
please hurry sundown for when the moon gets high
you will come to me on its glow
casting your moon shadow over me
as I attend with faint heart and baited breath
for the moment I feel that cooling touch
in that sweet darkness you become the light