I chance upon this place of old-world charm,All crafted in the bloom of rich delightWhich steals my conscious mind in peaceful calmAnd 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 ceaseWith the scents that waft upon the tepid air. Such is the beauty of this evening’s lightThat I must languish in this subtlety of tone,For darkness looms with onset of this nightAnd tomorrow’s dusky tints remain unknown.