If we knew not what wonders
broaching twilight would soon invoke
You and I might crusade against
Sun’s demise, dipping neath burnt umber skies,
loathing loss of its spell…while glow yet lingers.
Still, with each slow dimming into dusky repose
Night time conjures star fields upon which to gaze,
while spangled nets gather us to take our place,
as a new constellation…added to evening magic.
Your fingers seek mine across darkness of space
the void bridged, now no longer alone.
At your touch, my heart trembled in recognition
of warmth, and in this rare moment~
a universe of us…breathes its first.