Dusk Symphony

gentle summer raindrops
drip,
drip, dripping and
dropping
into the open arms of the night.

leaves dancing
under that sweet pitter-patter,
as cool shadows grow
from deep below.

Silence whispers softly
to my soul
and I am helpless
to resist her gentle persuasions
as I drift
deeper into this evening...
an evening more fantastic,
more wonderful,
and more real than any dream.

a time to feel
my magic
growing within....

a time of small miracles.

a time
to let my
love flow



again.