Quiet as untroubled waters
another austere day gives way
allowing a sun-tanned twilight
to gently coax the night awake
Once our special time together
we watched for Hesparus in half-light
of the genial summer's eve
The harvest of time's scythe
has sustained me and I no longer grieve
Over the many lost evenings
and things we shall never see
for this special time of day
God has given to us alleven if
the only one who enjoys it
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