ALSphere Foundation
Yet again to the world as the jaded sun bid adieu
And the moon and stars came to its timely rescue
It sank in horizon leaving behind swirls of pink and lavender
To its supremacy, the world did seem to calmly surrender
Ponderous waves hit lonesome shores in alien desires
Igniting within them some undying passionate fires
On the mahogany bench by the sea, the twain in silence sat
And there was dignified reticence until their passional eyes met
When she saw the veiled tenderness in them, her soul smiled shyly
And she placed her wrinkled hand on his, rather coyly
He wrapped a shawl around her to ward off the nascent chill
In this quietude, at that moment, the time stood still
Her cheeks stole pinkish hues from the crimson twilight
A favorite color from the diverse palette of the skies infinite
With his quivering hands, he adorned a pink rose in her graying hair
Sands of time ran out reminiscing their childhood affair
The blush on her rosy cheeks began to melt his palpitating heart
Together for seven decades, they had traversed the same paths
Myriad of colors seemed to coalesce into a single tinge
Even at eighty, it’s only him who could still turn her shades of pink
