the day wears long, love
and i would retire with you
(if retire i
must)
stay with me
a while yet though
gaze gladly on glorious sunset
while stars slip slowly
(slyly)
into
view
deny despair
at autumn's sudden paling palette
(sensing crisp winter
fair unfaint on the wind)
'neath the sentry of Orion's final stride
'til at last we fade
as if one
(the night refusing further passage)
into
unregretted reticent reverie
