A Whisper Of Sunshine By Sandra Fowler

We drink the evening in a frosted glass.
Nothing about the music is profane.
Your eyes hold all emotion very quiet.
Fey Shadows stretch landscapes beyond belief.

A whisper of sunshine behind the hill
Keeps back a little winter for the soul.
Smoke from the old house writes our names in space.
Just by a breath our time is blown away.

The boat of twilight is ephemeral.
One fragile touch destroys its frail, blue sail.
The fate of longing is a memory.
Friend, flesh and blood cannot inherit dusk.