Close To Dusk

It smells like June around the sun, There’s no more shadow Left to drape around me. From so much dark I free my spirit And cast it away into the light. Inside the grass, all that Green craves for dusk, And I, as told, sprout my shade Around its ends. Chamomile lay around the fountains, Where yellow tresses Frolic through the grapes. I need one sip of the Fainted heat and then a whiff of wine. All those stars plummet on my cheeks, Blooming, wishes overdosed. I sparkle my feet inside the grass, Green touched rough around my toes. One step so strongly inside The dark, yet I feel So free at last. © 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila