9pm

As the earth meets the sun
and the hustle and the bustle of the city
comes to a halt,
a glass of wine, and cherry glacé dessert
and lovers' kisses
under the dimly-lit sky
one, and two, and three,
wishing a moment if only time would stop.

Whispers of sweet nothings
a song in their ears
I wonder as I wander
if they knew
the tears of the night and the day
the fainting scent of a rose so red
the flickering light in the starless night
the uncertainties of the unknown
of what tomorrow holds...