Porch Swing

I love the simple stillness of the coming of night  
As the birds stop singing  
And the insects start to hum  
The sunlight no longer paints the tree tops golden green  
As the shadows blend to dusk  
Adrift in the soft evening breeze  
I sit lost in the ramble of my thoughts  
Enjoying the feeling of twilight's peace  
And in silence wonder
Save for the old swings creak  
At the "what if" of roads left untraveled  
But still remembered  
Yet grateful in the evenings warmth  
For the smile that lies at this roads end  
And a porch swing  
A cold drink  
And beauty held close  
As I wait for the stars to be reflected in her eyes