Goodnight honeyed day
whose rose-blushed retreat
departs in halting amazement.
My quickened tread is snatched by this light’s favor
and I topple, tumbling to an earthy harbor
where the evening’s burnished sky is accommodated.
My breath caught, the sky claims the twinkled eye.
Dusk flames and strikes out
to the pearlized horizon
where the unsung melody of light dances before
the mirror of night.
Whisper softly now
lest these unblessed words
spill it into a gray dust forgetful of evening’s blush.