…in the moonlight

Soft in the darkening
the gentle lilies are swaying in the fading light
their heads hanging listlessly in the fading light
their long white stalks are quivering 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 in the promises of starlight
the scents of seduction are warm in 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