The hour before sun does set and twilight born
 hazy aroma of cooling fields and hearts forlorn
 Homeward bound, and bound to home
 The wayward desires cease to roam

 
 Sweet light nymph strays into beaten field
 To catch that haze she dares to feel
 She writes a glimpse of hope untold
 As fragile as the petals she dares to hold

© Katypoetess  2015