Mon doux petit

Late evening. is it not;

Such great lights ablaze over Eastern skies

Seem the same as always

Strange tides that turn and twist away the nights

Never the same with so much change 

An aching in the bones sometimes 

Weary rivers of pain threaded beads along the bones

Are cast mon doux petit

So long ago, all unforseen 

Bless you for the affection and warmth of heart

You forever shall brighten my shadowed days,

Together then let us go, you and I

Wherever time may wind it's bit of wry mirth

And all my love

Mon doux petit

Late evening,  is it not;