The day is at end.
The sun going down
The faintest of twilight now lights up the town.
The reds and the blues now gone from the sky
My only question at this moment is why.
I have always loved the sun high above
The warmth from its rays is what I’m dreaming of.
Yet there is something about this time of night
where secrets can hide without very much light.
Two people can touch hold each other tight
Kiss and make love out of every ones sight.
No others can see just me and you,
and you can be free to make love with me to.
Rew 5/17/04