Nectar in the Night Wind

The dusk, a hesitant, violet sigh,
And you, a sudden starlight in my eye.
My heart, a parched and waiting, thirsty land,
Where you, like rain, arrived, a gentle hand.
No sooner here, than fragrance fills the air,
Like nectar spilled, a sweetness beyond compare.
The wind, a lover’s breath, carries your grace,
And every glance, a sacred, held embrace.
This fragile evening, let it softly stay,
A moment stolen, where my soul can play.
Revive this heart, a flicker in the gloom,
And let me drink, your love’s ethereal bloom.
No words exchanged, no sound to break the spell,
Yet understanding, deeper than words can tell.
The stars, like diamonds, scattered in the night,
The streetlamps glow, a soft, ethereal light.
And though the darkness whispers, “Time to go,”
My soul implores, “Just let this moment flow.”
Don’t rush the night, don’t hasten its release,
Let me find solace, in this heart’s sweet peace.