In The Makebelieve Twilight Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Shoulders of airplanes over the rainstorm of
A forest- While I think of you, it almost feels alright to
Be alone, even while all of the castles are so brilliant
After midnight though there is no one ever home:
And the palm trees linger, and the cypress blooms,
And I think of you contented in your glowing room:
Like a candle across the ocean, like a wish across the
Sea, something left to linger in a lingering memory-
Small and auburn fruit carried from outside her yard
Into an orchard that is forever blooming in the make-believe
Twilight of a lover’s bedroom.