Nocturne

Nocturne - - - - - - I was not alone Me and my friend Fuelled by sensation On a winter evening Strayed into a lone path That led to a sloping country lane For sacred view of sunset Fields around felt a little chilled And a soft breeze Blowing upon the field Beneath the lemon-coloured skies And austere against the waning light A large flock of young lasses Gathering harvests Like trilling birds Looking for seeds to fill their nests In the sweet moonlight Singing soulful pristine tunes As if them I have had For many many years unto now Melody of thousand years old And all sounded peaceful And the day calmly Dwindling into night indelible…….