Brandy Twilight

In a Romanoff brandy twilight  
our souls will soon dance
in an endless line of blue hills
and cinnamon grass of memories  
 
with a roasted butternut risotto
and the twilight blending in
alone walk across the night  
through open windows of crystals
 
decending with accapella of sing
and long wings of mimes
at the end of a falsetto of rainbows
in an endless line of blue hills
 
so be kind to your clarinet
and wooden reeds of cane
with an obsidian quill as I write
"God bless your sleeping eyes"