Twilight gripped the two lovers swirling them
casting out dwindling hesitance
By this time patience was there folly
I beg they capture the season of blue haze
present in her eyes
There was a vast distance in their cold silence,
it filled the clouds pale migrant cheeks
At this moment a barren void was to be filled,
Swollen with rapture!
With natural consent & shameless gazing
time climbed on their shoulders
and toured the night
on wings of altruistic love