The morning has called it a day,
Tired, it slips into deep slumber,
Wrapped in blankets of orange and grey,
It drowns in heavenly wonder.
Lullaby of the returning swallows,
Lulls the sea to mellow serenity,
As the night stealthily follows,
On a path of shinning placidity
Sordid moments of the bygone day,
Drown deep like the setting sun
As farmers with their golden hay,
Slip in a moment of jig and fun.
The aroma of the evening breeze,
Intoxicating, it steals my solace,
As I sway with the colossal trees,
My eyes fancying your blessed face.
Beyond the mystical horizon,
With a trail of our innocent love,
We meandered, singing in unison,
Dreaming of the heavens above.