Sunday, November 24, 2013

Dusk



It is dusk and it was dusk when I fell in love with you.

It is dusk and many have gone by but there don’t seem to be many left.

Maybe in another lifetime, I shall lie down at dusk next to you, kiss you beneath the pale sky and make love to you when the moon is high.

But that would be another lifetime.

But it is dusk and I remember falling in love with you at dusk.