Moonrise

Daylight, melted

In rivulets of mauve and
peach, lies seeping into the edge

of night, leaving just enough light to see.
The yellow cheer and cerulean celebration

of the day have fled, leaving only a dusky gray
that outlines looming, blackened shapes no longer
clear. Shadows whisper offers of mystery and intrigue,
but I feel no longing to follow. Here, beside me are
you, a lush purple silhouette. My hand in yours,
I warm to your touch and I smile into the
twilight twinkles that are your eyes.
Soon moonlight wraps its arms
securely around  us, and
we are night.

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This is the violet hour, the hour of hush and wonder, when the affections glow again and valor is reborn, when the shadows deepen magically along the edge of the forest and we believe that, if we watch carefully, at any moment we may see the unicorn.

                                                                                            Bernard DeVoto "The Hour"

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