The shadows are lengthening.
And with this, comes a dampening
In the breeze that’s now sliding
Down the dusk-flanked hill.
Over our kisses, trees whisper
The wood’s warning that crepuscular
Trysting calls forth danger
I see goosepimples springing
On your freckled arms, wrapping
My passion, that’s cooling
With the darkening chill.
Gold-green which shone on our embraces
No longer dapples our now watchful faces
From the old path’s bends it races
And in the gloaming grows a thrill-
Of dread at what could now be coming
With the darkness that is thickening
Between us and what’s listening,
In the tumbledown mill.
Your head flicks right, to footsteps unseen.
Oh my love! We start to a hidden scream.
Or laughter? We’re frozen, as those in a bad dream
Only dreams cannot kill…