We drink the evening in a frosted glass. <br />Nothing about the music is profane. <br />Your eyes hold all emotion very quiet. <br />Fey Shadows stretch landscapes beyond belief. <br /> <br />A whisper of sunshine behind the hill <br />Keeps back a little winter for the soul. <br />Smoke from the old house writes our names in space. <br />Just by a breath our time is blown away. <br /> <br />The boat of twilight is ephemeral. <br />One fragile touch destroys its frail, blue sail. <br />The fate of longing is a memory. <br />Friend, flesh and blood cannot inherit dusk.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-whisper-of-sunshine/
