| Kiss in the Dark An hour past twilight, and the night pauses on tiptoes, Scarcely disturbing the sun-gained wealth of the village; The elms creep up against the cottages, A drowsy harmony of greens and blacks, And gentle stars wander through twigs and boughs And drop to the cobblestones below, breathing nostalgic echoes. From the green, hand in hand, A young couple steal down the lane; Soft footsteps dapple the glistening pebbles, And a tender hand strokes the treasure of dew drops From the girl's shimmering dark locks. On her lips are the faint notes of a cherished melody. Lilacs and tulips, a silver waterfall and a rainbow, A kiss in the dark, The baptism of a memory. |