It's the magic time of evening,
when I leave my work and light-swept dusk has stolen, mischievous, through city streets
Not twilight, but a softer cold, lit by city lights and coming Christmas.
It's the magic time of evening,
And carols drift their careless selves 'round corners in the face of coming night
Shadows hollow out the basins, gray, of buildings that have hid their faces for the close of day
Like party garb, their tinselled twinkling finery masks small flaws seen by sun-
It takes my breath away.
As turning a corner suddenly the
faux-white front of a building whose face you thought you knew can give a gasp-
expressionless-
as strong as the bone-cold of stern winds off the lake that pierce your jacket through just to say, "Hello- you are."
But all the cold in the world can't erase the glow-feeling of those long-lived shadow-hewn lights.
And in the magic of the moment, all (my love) is right.
-LC
when I leave my work and light-swept dusk has stolen, mischievous, through city streets
Not twilight, but a softer cold, lit by city lights and coming Christmas.
It's the magic time of evening,
And carols drift their careless selves 'round corners in the face of coming night
Shadows hollow out the basins, gray, of buildings that have hid their faces for the close of day
Like party garb, their tinselled twinkling finery masks small flaws seen by sun-
It takes my breath away.
As turning a corner suddenly the
faux-white front of a building whose face you thought you knew can give a gasp-
expressionless-
as strong as the bone-cold of stern winds off the lake that pierce your jacket through just to say, "Hello- you are."
But all the cold in the world can't erase the glow-feeling of those long-lived shadow-hewn lights.
And in the magic of the moment, all (my love) is right.
-LC
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