The sky, untold many millions blue miles high,
Laid on an horizon of sunshine yellow, bedding,
The setting sun, its pillow inviting day to rest.
City lights awaiting their moment of glory,
Dusk not yet ready, but soon the blue will fade,
Nights fun will come, for moonlight, lovers pray.
Music, its rhythm, inviting dancers to embrace
Their bodies, in time to its exotic tempo, to glide.
Dusk now asserts its mood assisted by a breeze.
Daylight no longer yawns, eyes now shut till dawn.
The sky now dark, constellations holding fortunes.
Windfalls for lovers, truelove, new life, much fun!
© Mick E Talbot 2017/66