In the Evening

In the evening I loll,
Sitting down on a tortured fork
The wind in my face,
Your voice in my ears.
Paradise -
It is what you inspire,
Your soothing presence
Is heavenly.
Yesterday I was crying,
The loneliness was unbearable;
I could not grasp why it had to be so.
But I see you now
And can relax
The evening passes slowly,
Fruitfully too.
You and I in the moon's embrace
Speaking softly to each other
Loving the sound of our voices
Keeping the dark company.