Sunset Rendezvous ~

I top the hill and meet the glory 
of the sinking sun _
that marks the ending of the day
and shows his race is run _
The sunset flings a crimson curtain 
above the smoky darkness of the hills _
and that flaming beacon on the far horizon 
my restless spirit stills _
Then an aeronautic wind floats from the northward
as he sinks in an obscure sea _
all is gone except the twilight 
the purple trimmed hills and me.

When from that magnificent realm 
King Sun has fallen _
and has lain down on his pallet of gold 
the murmur of rills to the woodland is calling _
fairies their bedtime stories unfold 
and the soldiers of dreamland come over the hill _
with bugle and drum sweet dreams to thrill
hanging the heavy curtains of night _
upon an evening twilight.

Then tucked into bed my day-dreams sleep 
as the wind blows loudly down the steep _
there's nothing but darkness on earth's great lea 
for all is gone except night voices _
my enraptured soul and me!