The dusk is mauve and laden with
The sweetest scent of evening blooms
Of pearly white and palest blues
Like sisters to the stars.
They too will fade in dawn’s embrace;
All dying light, with dying grace,
Above a pool of sorrow laced
With stars that shine as far away
Above as deep below.
Beyond the reach of earthy flesh,
In darkest luminous caress,
Through the velvet watery calm,
Like starry jewels upon a crown;
Their light shines softly all around
Her gentle face and pale hands,
And in her hair in pearly strands.
Bathed in streaming radiance,
Her eyes hold all the depths of night
Where all the stars are glistening.
She waits in stillness, listening
To drifting notes of distant song,
In chords she’s never heard before;
Like softest mauve, this ballad tells
A fading dream at morning’s bells:
A parting at a garden gate,
And down a path through evening blooms
To a pool of distant stars.