Rendezvous At Dusk

Written 29 April 1993

At dusk I beckon the cool wind

from the sheltered lake

I ask it to touch my cheek

and tell me secrets of the lands its seen

The sun shyly turns away

from the enchanted union,

blushes in beautiful reds and yellows

and bows its head in the distant trees

I can’t beg the sun to stay

better that he go,

leave an innocent mind to rest

As the mischievous night settles in

to flirt and bedazzle

with millions of eyes

Finding me with sleepy eyes

a head full of dreams

a heart full of hope

Reviews

[JENY]

wow…
how intimately….
You have painted slices from nature…!!!!
I appreciate you….
A great work……..

[Bella-Marie]

Oooh! Interesting and thought-provoking! Methaphors (I think) are everywhere in this one.