I like the way the twilight looks
through my sunglasses.
Amber tinged.
A bath of golden light.
All the delight and beauty of a
sultry summer night.
I loved the way you looked
through my heart-wrought glasses.
Stunning through streams of
warm gilded light.
An age-stained photograph.
Memory-yellow.
The feeling of a lazy
lost and late summer afternoon.
You felt comfortable before I knew.
Comfortable before I knew.
the daily periphery 