Twilight Dance …
I watch the dappled shadows flirt
With the evening light, like a dance
Set to silent music,
The rhythm of romance.
Without the shade, would the rays
Be tripping this light fantastic? No!
And so they play their game
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
Their stage is everywhere you look
The grass, the leaves, the garden gate
The sunset breeze quickens
Their movements – it’s getting late.
Suddenly, the wrought iron chairs grow dark
And seem so bare
Bereft of love’s light-stepped tread, now gone
No more magic there.
Only till tomorrow comes and then
The dance of shade and light begins again.