Deeblog

Twilight thick and evening soft,
Roars and swells move fast apace.
Humid wind, a veil aloft
Of the sun to mask our face.

All is hushed, all mixed and lost,
Waves rock drunk upon the shore,
And blind joy our mind accosts,
Our heart heavier than before.

Chaos darkens in mute cling,
Air wafts drunkenly and dumbs,
Massive is the choir that hums:
Flutes and lutes and timbrels sing.