A powder blue view of Elysium as lavender and pink clouds float
to the East , greens turn from pear to basil , cool Northern winds
sprinkle their magic before such imagination , the day winds down to Dusk with the Evening Star's sterling , most proper invitation ...
Twilight Earth sings outside my favorite window , her voice a cradle
song soothing the very hour of sunset , calling the Moon to temper the night , beckoning the astral glow of the midnight lights ....