Taste Of Contentment

Twelve tones struck on the face the keeper. The keeper of time rejecting shadows cast by its lesser hand. You and I lay snug as flickering light pours from wax and wick. Contentment settles in. Small talk draws the lids of your eyes shut. Twilight sleep befalls you. Within me an inner peace. Instinct pushes me to ask if you are at ease. Reluctantly, it awaits at walls sheer and tender. I am commanded to your protection. This evening surpasses all in infinite years. Contentment is here. Sluggishly, the light moves across your face. The keeper of time bellows Revelry. I curse its cruel sound. My memory of that heavenly moment. A taste of contentment.