Twilight is now softly slow breathing

Twilight is now softly slow breathing:
And In this so near sacred silent place,
Among the now rising budding blossom
Where throbbing, plump anthers unfurl;
I long to grasp for the peace that rests
Along this veined, bloom filled, Avenue.
And in the crimson of the setting sun,
Whose dim light is casts on fibrous hills;
In-between the clamor of the curling bells,
And amid the culling of the cracking daffodils;
I finally find the time to rest -and here- recline.
For twilight is now softly slow breathing;
And that...my love...is fine.