The Edge of Night
Come meet me when the sun has melted down
the mountains’ peaks like butter from the sky.
Come meet me far away from all the town.
It’s summer; on a blanket we can lie.
And although what is coming is foreknown,
we’ll still anticipate what is to come
when sun relinquishes to moon his throne.
Come lie with me and hear the evening’s hum.
How many are the songs of nature crooned -
those sweetest lullabies that we can hear?
We’ll listen in the gloaming, and attuned
to dusky sights and sounds, I’ll kiss you, Dear,
for soon to be enraptured by the moonlight,
with bliss we’ll linger on the edge of night.
Oct. 31, 2018 for Janis Thompson's Soap Opera Titles Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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