…in the moonlight

Soft in the darkening
gentle lilies, swaying in the fading light
heads hanging listlessly in the fading light
long white stalks quiver in the expectant gloom
as the daylight runs away like an ebbing tide
an ethereal flirtation
shuffling in the twilight, long stalks quivering
whispering along the paths
breathing the promises of starlight
the scents of seduction warm the air
as the day passes through the curtains of night
dewy tracks of crystal tears
on gentle beatific faces
hearts glowing in a forest of silver dreams
a velvet evening forever drowning in the moonlight
© Ann Bagnall
2014