Twilight

Tiptoeing twilight,

Before you pass,

Bathe light my spirit

As dew bathes grass.

Quiet the longing

Of my hands that yearn,

As you fold the flower

And hush the fern.

Guard me with shadows

To fortify

My failing purpose,

My tired eye,

That in your stillness

I may relight

My faith's frail candle

Before the night.