How I like this evening light
I can't remember when
it turned to night
And I'll try my best to
please my honey
You're so soft and gently
And if you need a bed for sleeping
Or a patch of grass for keeping
Marigolds, orchids, rows of roses
Though I said plainly that I won't
buy you
And how I like these age
-worn blankets
Dreaded over our ageing eyelids
We've stitched and torn
and houndstoothed patterns
We bob and weave but nothing matters
And if you need a bed for sleeping
Or a patch of grass for keeping
Marigolds or quince,
bones and roses
As though I said, plainly,
that I won't buy you flower
s anymore
And how I like this evening light
I can't remember when it turned to night
I'll try my best to place my hand in yours
so soft and gently
And if you need a bed for sleeping
Or a patch of grass for keeping
Marigolds, orchids, boughs of roses
Though I said plainly that I
won't buy you
Flowers anymore
And if you need a bed for sleeping
Or a patch of grass for keeping
Marigold orchids, bougainvilleas
So I said plainly that I
won't buy you
flowers anymore
Flowers anymore
Flowers anymore
Flowers anymore
Oh, I like this evening light
I can't remember when it ended