Evening In You

The evening seems to have Already been set in your eyes. The pale crimson of the sun Is playing hide and seek in The infinite depth of your irises. Your long tresses have been Woven into knotty clouds That hang over the horizon Holding eachother's hands. As over your smooth sloping Of nape. The evening has Sprinkled its fragrance of mist Across your face. You look Young and beautiful when With a swinging motion of your Body you walk down to the well. Celebrating your endless charm The birds have made a festoon Of their colored plumes as they Look at you wide eyed from edges Of their nests. You belong to the Evening as it slips into the lap of night.