Lilac Hour

The cotton clouds are dripping down like water mixed with ink To present a gradient from lavender to pink Now golden hour's good flooding all the land with light But I much prefer the lilac hour of the night The sun has sunk behind the hill reclining for the eve Granting sun-scorched seedlings a much deserved reprieve And when he goes off duty lady moon begins to rise Rendering a silhouette of cottonwoods and pines The silence so seductive as the city simmers down Flashing lights and glowing eyes grow brighter by the hour As night quickly encroaches plucking purple from the skies Bid farewell to lilac hour 'til the next dusk arrives I much prefer the lilac hour of the night