Theme: Dusk

A Whisper of Sunshine

We drink the evening in a frosted glass.
Nothing about the music is profane.
Your eyes hold all emotions very quiet.
Fey shadows stretch landscapes beyond belief.

A whisper of sunshine behind the hill
Keeps back a little winter for the soul.
Smoke from the old house writes our names in space.
Just by a breath our time is blown away.

The boat of twilight is ephemeral.
One fragile touch destroys its frail, blue sail.
The fate of longing is a memory.
Friend, flesh and blood cannot inherit dusk.

04-Jul-2010

More By  :  Sandra Fowler

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