Part One

You’re the last of the light on the edge of the evening.

You’re the moment when lamps aren’t needed indoors.

You’re the silence of seashells, the breath of a breeze,

a valentine’s walk beneath old wistful trees.

You are warm blankets in a rainy blue dawn.

You’re a glimmer of stars after long dusty day.

You’re a scatter of flowers, a mistfall on sleeves,

like 9 a.m. dew on dark green leaves.

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