Twilight Reverie
At twilight when day is done
Then nightbirds fly with midnight on their wings
That's when my battered soul just seems to settle down
Finds pleasure in the simplest of things
Like walks wiith you along some country road
White clouds above and sloping hills ahead
Where corn grows tall in air that's fresh and clean
And scattered barns are painted muted red
Where life is simple and the work of man
Is honest labor in the broiling sun
There farmhouse windows gleam with yellow light
And suppertime calls go out, it's time to come
Then twilight finds the poet in my soul
Bids me write words upon some empty page
While fires of love burn sweetly in my loins
And joy in living in my soul doth rage
This time of gentle quiet I deem best
When with the ones I love I can sit down
To ponder all the mysteries of life
And revel in sweet twilight falling down.
By jollynoblefrog
© 2008 jollynoblefrog
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