scarlet light of sunset

Scarlet light of sunset shows up on the lake. Grouses are crying in the wood, awake. Hidden in hollow, cries an oriole. I don"t feel like crying, brightness in my soul. You'll come out to meet me, later in the day, we'll sit down there under stack of hay. I will kiss and squeeze you, like an ardent boy! One can't blame a man for being drunk with joy. You will chuck your kerchief as I hold you tight, I will keep you, tipsy, in the bush all night. Let the birds keep crying as we neck and bask. There's a happy yearning in the purple dusk.