In the quite of the evening

In the quite of the evening
In the stillness of that hour
She is painting a promise
Like a delicate rare flower.
She’s refining her touches
Its shades of colour and light
For the mood of its setting
Must be perfectly right.
The rare thing she captures
Might be an illusion or real
But she paints with the passion
And those feelings she feels.
There’s a skull on the shelf
And other props for her art
And a canvas so thirsty
For her painting to start.
With Whispered affections
She puts him at ease
As she Mixes her oils
On a palette to please
Dreams that he carried
Like a swirl in his head
Are tossed like dices
At the feet of her bed
With kisses she paints
His pale canvas skin
To awaken the longing
Long buried within
With a finger she sketches
Desires of her heart
As he traces the its outline
For the painting to start
Soon it’s colours are singing
Before they fade and are gone
And the picture they painted
A souvenir in their memory belong .

In the quite of the evening

timbuckley

Muckross Killarney, Ireland

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