The Stolen Hour
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!!!
