the darkening blue of failing light brightens the mind-
we lift our eyes to a beauty that doesn’t blind.
the moon saves us from the wicked brilliance of day;
our mood shifts to the muted light of shadow play.
the beloved has become fully agreeable;
her face is now magnificently visible.
she will wink and flirt all the way to early dawn;
god save us from any kind of impudent yawn!
the long, cool night will be full of delightful play-
you ask about tomorrow? well, let come what may!
darvish cries out with a sharp stab of anxiety;
his flushed face fears an onset of sobriety.
as her pale face and black curls fade from sight,
the early dawn explodes with burning shards of light!
