The delicate evening flowers <br />Have opened their hearts, <br />And their petals are trembling <br />On the gentle wave of fragrance. <br /> <br />Let this scented wave engulf <br />The shore of your consciousness, <br />Let the maroon muslin of twilight <br />Become a layer of your skin. <br /> <br />Then feel how the fingers of shadows <br />Gently fondle your each contour, <br />And how some autumn leaves undulate <br />To the rhythm of your heartbeat. <br /> <br />Submit to this tranquil hour, <br />Which is serene as a silent prayer.<br /><br />Portia Burton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-72/
