The Twilight of The Hours

In the twilight of the hours

when all things unknown become known,

and all the days cares are pushed away,

shadows of the evening fall over us

as the sounds of the night fill the air.

The grass stirs with soft rustles

where the fairies wait

to come from hidden places

and dance upon the meadows.

The moonlight streams down

lights their enchanted ring,

and the soft songs of the night fill the air,

making music to lull us into sleep.

But I do not sleep now

in the twilight of the hours.

For here is where I find you

waiting in the shadows once more.

In our mystical meetings

all things become known to us.

Here we see what was and is again.

For in the shadows

our love runs open and free,

and in the twilight of the hours

we are together once more.

 

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One thought on “The Twilight of The Hours

  1. Hi, Joy

    You writing is just beautiful. Reading your love letters reminded me of a novel I read a long time ago called “Touch not the Cat” by Mary Stewart. I feel sure you would like this book. Next time you’re at the library, check it out.

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