The cold day blends into night -
Cheer is a blanket wrapping
The heart, in warmth, holding tight
Until bliss starts dripping.
The golden azure sky above
Sparkling, fading, and slowly - slowly escaping;
It`s colors are pure love -
The blanketed organ reflects the feeling
That lingers on nature`s clean, airy ceiling.
Nothing to show or prove.
In rapidly rising words;
All concerns are removed,
All cares are flying birds.
Sunset, what seemed to be relevant;
Has flown south, and distant.
Morning trifles are no longer important -
A joyful dusk, is heaven sent.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
