violet hour

in the violet hour
when slowly night begins
to seep into the passing day
when warming light retreats
from eye to inner skies

when the quiet river darkens
laced with ethereal from another world
i find your moon immersed therein
fruit on the silver coat
of still reflection

my fingers touch
the cool and soft
causing the face to ripple
my hands cupped
hold the vision dear

for just an instant
before the stream takes it away.


(for D.)