The Mystic Mystique After Twilight Poem by Nishu Mathur

I love dusk and twilight 
The veil of nights too
The way the palms sweep the dark
As if on nature's cue
And how the silver stars shine 
Drops that twinkle bright
Midst a tranquil ebon sky 
That plays with dark and light 

I love the way clouds cluster 
And sometimes hang so low 
Mid air dreaming in stillness 
Then drift by ever so slow 
And how the tickled leaves 
Seem on a joyous high 
As they wave to blazing Venus 
Above them in the sky 

I love to catch a glimpse 
Of the round or slivered moon 
Breathing in night fragrances 
Of white nocturnal blooms 
I love the calm and beauty
That night quietly brings
The mystic mystique that senses 
Love to soak in