Dusk and Her Soft Eyes

Pink in lovely pastel hue,
So sweet across the bay,
Opalescent, spectral blue,
To mark the death of day.

Spy the gentle lantern flame,
An iridescent beam,
Waiting for the night to claim,
The final twilight gleam.

Down towards the water’s edge,
I see the heron walk,
Pacing on the rocky ledge,
With intermittent talk.

Over on the yonder shore,
The mosque is tall and white,
Architecture I adore,
And proud against the night.

As I tarry here with you,
At silhouetted trees,
With the ocean sleepy blue,
And perfect in the breeze.

I will say the only thing,
That lingers in my heart;
It’s to you I’ll ever cling,
And never shall depart.