Matte Dusk

 Dusk has painted her drowsy Lights in colours muted, softly sighing, 

Sleep and Moon resume their reign; again, again, in Silent home,

but Cats' caress,
 deep choraled snores in drone...

Dreams Live then, 

Rich.

 in 

Gold profusion,

 Night's sighs paint our Theatre's warm-ed Air

we're ready -

then -

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I shall listen, my Heart, my Soul and I,
to thy Music

divine