The magic of summer twilight casts a spell
In ink blue incantations and honeysuckle dew.
Each shadow stretched out like the years,
That spread deeper and darker, stronger too.
As the mystery of day's last light is cast afresh,
Gentle glows, fearfully goes our sacred time.
Hidden there we lose and find ourselves,
In the murmur of the evening breeze, our lullaby.
It sends us, brings us to a mystic place
In which we all relive each memory's hew.
Tom Lefort July 2023
Jul 2, 2023
Jul 2, 2023 at 5:22 PM UTC
The magic of summer twilight casts a spell
In ink blue incantations and honeysuckle dew.
Each shadow stretched out like the years,
That spread deeper and darker, stronger too.
As the mystery of day's last light is cast afresh,
Gentle glows, fearfully goes our sacred time.
Hidden there we lose and find ourselves,
In the murmur of the evening breeze, our lullaby.
It sends us, brings us to a mystic place
In which we all relive each memory's hew.
Tom Lefort July 2023
