‘Oft upon my twilight pillow
Night’s ethereal fog draws near…
In the haunting evening shadows…
Your voice whispers in my ear.

Vapors of your memory linger…
Waiting for my dreams to come…
‘Thru the corridors they meander…
Haunting echoes--like a drum.

When at last my will is conquered
And I repose in slumber sweet…
Images of your love embrace me…
Peaceful rest is made complete.

So few, the hours spent with you,
In that far and distant realm…
Safe within your warm embrace…
All uncertainties are dispelled.

Too early, dawn’s chilly fingers…
Rudely rouse me to vivid light…
I grapple -- clinging to dusk…
And the memories of the night.

I muddle through the daytime,
Such a waste...and such a crime...
Waiting in joyous anticipation,
For the obscurity of dream time.

Brenda Ball
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