Draw back the curtains of the night;
prolong the beauty of twilight.
May the crimson skies once more show,
reflected in the moon’s soft glow,
the softness of your features fair,
enhanced by joy; devoid of care.
And when, at last, the dark descends,
let love’s embraces make amends
for all perceptions of neglect.
Then, let sleep come without regret,
bringing dreams devoid of sorrow;
recharging minds for tomorrow,
such that, when the dawn once more breaks,
a new love for each other wakes;
empowering hearts to seize the day,
and, all deeds done, once more to say:
draw back the curtains of the night;
prolong the beauty of twilight…
© Copyright Robert M Jaggs-Fowler 2010