A Moment in Time

The autumn light has faded it is night now,
Heat lingers, melts the ice in my whisky.
 
This is the best time of the day and I will
Not think of tomorrow’s day.
 
The terrace is full of fallen flowers and
Only slowly they will blow away.
 
All traces of summer will be gone and
What’s left is a vague memory.
 
That once upon a time there was a spring,
Summer and endless joys of youth. 
 
But I shall sleep easily in my bed as long as
I feel the good warmth of my lover.
 
And I will think how lucky I’m and hope
I will slip into the deepest sleep before her.