Twilight

Tiptoeing twilight,
Before you pass,
Bathe light my spirit
As dew bathes grass.

Quiet the longing
Of my hands that yearn,
As you fold the flower
And hush the fern.

Guard me with shadows
To fortify

My failing purpose,
My tired eye,

That in your stillness
I may relight
My faith's frail candle
Before the night.