Twilight

just a poem about twilight.

Dusk, in hazy negligee;
she whispers,
entices with her whims.
such a soft song she sings;
almost odd,
striking still in sequence.
echoes more eloquent
than the sea
while waxing and waning

reveal her rich ribbons!!
embellished hues
ropes of a ripened spectrum

...and  seven past seven:
always prompt!
She waltzes with the wind.

She prepares for her grand
finale;
a disappearing act.

in the darkness stars trail
after her;
twinkling above steel dreams.
.