Confide

I find a soft warm spot on a cold winter evening,
An oil soaked cotton wick timidly burning,
Holding the lamp's hand in darkness confiding,
"I fell in love with the sun as I saw him setting
I'll stay awake and wait for him till tomorrow morning."

Purple Grey

I looked up through the thick foliage
At the purple grey twilight sky
For tonight's play a being readied stage
A dazzling cast of stars from far and high