When evening light is flickering dim
And swirling dust is settling down
A slither of that Moon’s rim
Shines like a beacon in nature’s town
When nothing now roams the graze
And flocking geese have returned home
The crops lay in nature’s gaze
And gentle breeze rakes as a comb
When mood moved by days drift
And fatigue takes me in an abyss
The weary mind seeks a gentle lift
And restless soul searches tranquil bliss
It is then that your love’s tide
On the shores of hope and dream
Brings soothing memories to reside
In the vacuum of my thought’s regime