I chance upon this place of old-world charm,
All crafted in the bloom of rich delight
Which steals my conscious mind in peaceful calm
And presses me to dwell upon this sight.
Indulging in this bonded space of peace,
I bask in muted shades of delicate fair,
My heart does slow as angst begins to cease
With the scents that waft upon the tepid air.
Such is the beauty of this evening’s light
That I must languish in this subtlety of tone,
For darkness looms with onset of this night
And tomorrow’s dusky tints remain unknown.
