Comes deep the hum against the moon,
The cry of gull and call of loon
That pierce the dimming light
And thund'rous flap of wings that soar
The golden hues that blanket o'er
The hushing of the night.

With soft'ning glow, the twilight brings
Its promises of fancied things
In every twinkling star;
Its Mystic wisp of moonlight fingers
Touches hearts and amply lingers
Where strands of wishes are.

Then unobtrusively the hour
Fades into the secret bower
Wherein two lovers lie,
And pressing lips against her skin,
He passionately guides her in
To shadow-melted sky.


copyright (c) JMStevens, 2002