From The Lab

The Lovely Dusk

My lady, how do you entrance me so,
In your darkened dress of lavender-blue?
As if built for dreamers, thieves, and poets,
Whom inhabit the beauty of your gifts;
My demure queen, the honor which is mine,
Please accept a lowly writer's small tithe,
And understand it's the best I can do,
For being as intimate for this long,
Beneath the silvery moonlight and glow
Of the twinkling stars that you choose to shine,
Perfumed in the scent of midnight and romance,
With a natural calm that gently sings out,
In a nocturne of crickets, birds, and breeze,
My lady, this longing is true to heart.