​blue twilite

In the blue twilight
IN the early hours
In the blue twilight

In the blue twilight
IN the latest hour of the night
With the wind so high, waking me
And aching in the blue twilight
And the holy land, wind and song
With the wind so high
IN the cold juniper tree
In the wind and rain
And the aching cold
And the slow approach
Of dawn on night
And the dream I had the night before
Of the rosy fingertips of dawn
Along the road, scattering the dust
I found I lost it all

A crescent moon, and now I'm this
In the blue twilight, I wake and sleep
In the early hours of the latest hours of the night
All day long, as the Sun beats, burning hard
I toil away at song

You sing my life to me
You call and I respond
But never do, you seem to hear
When I'm alone, in the early hours of the blue twilight
I'm lost, and Lord, I'm gone
A mad love with you glimmering low
Tonight, I wrote a new poem about our love
In the blue twilight, with the wind so high
And bright moonlight, in the midnight hour