The Deepening Twilight

A hint of sadness tinges
The fading of the sun
Like the sighing fringes
Of a summer almost gone
Its resignation hovers
Like a vague, translucent shroud
With dark and mumbling colors
Of a distant thunder-cloud

The deepening of the twilight
Intensifies desire
I slip my hand across the night
Absorb the wind-song choir
A barren landscape shivers
‘Neath this purple lullaby
As its soft passion quivers
Like a teardrop in my eye

It falls away in murmurs
Like the dying of a day
And I can’t help but wonder
If it’s always been this way
A silent resignation
As we turn another page
A wordless affirmation
Of a thing called ‘middle-age’

Janet~