Andrew David Dalby

(17th Of March 1967 / Brighton East Sussex United kingdom)

Twilight is now softly slow breathing


Twilight is now softly slow breathing:
And In this so near sacred silent place,
Among the now rising budding blossom
Where throbbing, plump anthers unfurl;
I long to grasp for the peace that rests
Along this veined, bloom filled, Avenue.
And in the crimson of the setting sun,
Whose dim light is casts on fibrous hills;
In-between the clamor of the curling bells,
And amid the culling of the creaking daffodils;
I finally find the time to rest -and here- recline:
For twilight is now softly slow breathing:
And that...my love...is fine.

Submitted: Saturday, May 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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