Inkling Poem by Saiom Shriver

In the west the sun was sinking
while seawaters it was pinking
Lilacs were their perfume sprinkling
as the stars began their twinkling
and the Milky Way.... its winking.
Windkissed chimes began their tinkling
Sundried plums began their wrinkling.
In the woods two mink were minking.
Then it was she had an inkling
and it grew while she was thinking...
as her doubts were melting, shrinking
that two souls were ever linking.