The air hangs heavy on a summer’s twilight,
When all is wrapped in a blanket of heat;
When light falls down in a chorus of colour
And lustrous beams give way to long shadows.
For these briefs hours the cover is lifted,
And the earth exhales a sigh of relief;
The sweet taste of a cool breeze to savour,
A refreshment for limbs now released.
Do you hear what this night is singing?
What the soft sound of leaves is inviting?
The echo of a lonesome voice is calling
Away, away into the release of the night.
Clutched in a passive discontentment,
Anxious and burning to be free
Out where beauty and fear are one:
Familiar streets now clothed in mystery.
To disappear into the fading dusk:
The birth of many a youthful dream:
Wild eyes and a flash of flesh laid bare,
The suspense of obscure possibility.
And at every falling of the sun,
Here I stand alone and watching
The world become transfigured in sense
And flower with inscrutability.
