Afternoon Delight

As the light slips out of sight.

As the light slips out of sight
And one more day is done
We hold tight with delight
The light is on the run.

The shadows slowly slip away.
The air breathes a cooler sigh.
The afternoon reflections
Mirror the evening bird’s last cry.

Down beyond the garden’s blooms
Deep green forests fade into grey
The crickets chirr electricity
As evening consumes the day.

A whisper hardly heard or seen.
Creeps through the gardens veil
Nighttime clothes, the evening flowers
The bleached colour turns pale.

There’s nothing left to say or do
As we melt in each other’s arms
Transposed again by fading light
Succumbed by nightfall’s charms.

The soft click of the closing door
Leave outside mysteries in the dark
And imaginings turn dreams alight
The dart of love pierces the mark.

Hidden in the garden’s darkness
Footprints melt into the dew
And up in the star-studded sky
The moonbeams filter through.

I remember when the morning light
Brightened and turned to fire
Then slipped past zeniths in the sky
Between white moments of desire.

The afternoon delight of light
Sit quietly in smoother senses
Gone now is the reasoning why
Or a place for lost pretences.

© David Rudder
2022

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