Enter Twylight

Enter Twylight

At the sunrise
the frozen skies
Bleat to the beat of a drum.
As the gale blows
the arbor eyes know
The autumn snow has inevitably come.

Nature seems defeated
By the all-too-oft repeated
Human waves of spiritual slaves
Blind to this kind of romantic hum.

But 12 hours too long for beauty to quiet down
And gaslights calling sprites forth from this town
Two figures on a fjord in complete accord
Walk hand-in-heart-in-hand in the watery sand
Along a tired, beaten footpath suddenly sprung to life
Magic infests this night.

Shadows fantastically illuminate facial lines
Offering Adonises incredibly redefined
For favored few to view
A dreamly welcome sight
Basking in the fleeting twilight.

[auth note: The title is purposely misspelled, as it was written for a friend named Twyla]