Twilight Serenade
a lighter wind breezing in
crescents are of obvious
with a sheathe of twilight
the pale moon's glow
reveals all to be dreams
realized in the fields
with softer shades now seen
exposed in the light
yet cherished in the dark
all becomes a tangle
with webs woven in fervor
and instincts impelling more
for even in the dusks remains
the lingering passion of life
in all its wanton recklessness
so even in the growth
of the shifting shades
and waning astral guides
this evening shall be locked
upon the stars and once-seen mirages
as my love's serenade