The Stolen Hour

It's twilight, dear...

The white wicker chairs

With their blue cushions

The tangled hearts

Adorning the patio

The glorious sunset

Behind the 

Distant skyscraper

Or the pink and yellow hues

Of a mellowed sky

Silently await

Our stolen hour.

No! This tiny bird

Of my primordial fear

Is wary of flying back

To the manifold colors

Of the day...

Nor does she welcome

The silent footfalls 

Of the night.

With poised gentle wings

And a poignant song

In her soul,

She just turns homeward

To roost in this

Unique little space

Called our mutual affection!!!