A Symphony of Senses

In the quietude of twilight's glow,

A tapestry of colors flows,

The golden hues of the sun's descent,

Merge with indigo, heaven-sent.

In this scene, I find reprieve,

A feast of sight for eyes to seize,

Silent whispers, a visual dance,

As Twilight deepens its romance.

The rustling leaves begin their song,

A lullaby, the day is gone,

Their melody, a subtle hum,

A symphony of senses strum.

The wind caresses my weathered skin,

A gentle touch, a loving friend,

A cooling breath upon my face,

As I stand in this sacred space.

The taste of the air, a hint of salt,

From distant oceans, a gentle assault,

A subtle kiss upon my lips,

As I inhale, and then, submit.

An aroma lingers in the air,

Jasmine's perfume, sweet and rare,

A scent that draws me back in time,

To memories of a gentler clime.

This sensory feast, my heart's delight,

Inhaling life, this sacred night,

A symphony of senses blends,

In harmony, as day doth end.