Twilight's Tapestry's - with PaleSkies

Behold the seducing silence of twilight's magic tapestry, as shadows intricately lace the worn pages of the ancient dark.
As naked entanglement of bark haunt my shade,
in a profuse display of nature's erotic intimacies.
The sky looking down on me with it's Mona Lisa eyes,
drowsy with the melancholic passage of time.
A spiral fluttering of cascading leaves,
replicated descent of memories from my mind's eaves.