Twilight Hours

 

And then she said “I love the twilight hours,”

When summer mists are burdening the air,

When blossom trees are stunned by hidden flowers,

And childhood bliss can banish every care.

 

I saw her mind as clearly as my own,

This woman both enigma and my wife,

Where in her joy and passion both atone,

Her clarity and wisdom fill my life.

 

As ageless and intangible as cloud,

She shadows but not casts me in the shade,

I hold and yet am held corrupt but proud,

And everything I make by her is made.

 

We drove the fading light as evening fell,

The conversation faltered with my thought,

I said “remind me soon and I will tell”,

What heart has felt and intellect has taught.

 

I love her and there’s little else to write,

I tell her and the words seem poor and vain,

I pondered as the twilight slipped to night,

The words she said resounded once again.

 

The meaning of “I love the twilight hours”,

With peace our own as daily pressures fly,

This loving now enhances all my powers,

With godly gifts my heart cannot deny