When the shadows get longer and longer
And finally disappear
And the daylight dies in Jamaica
Our souls, our hearts and our eyes turn to the western sky
Twilights are always colorful over the ocean
Especially at Rick’s Café, the sunset place
Where the clouds always look like Hope Gardens on a summer day
The rolling Caribbean sea its mirror
The cool breeze caresses our bodies like a warm embrace
Golfers getting in one more hole
Planters finally place battered hoes on sore shoulders
The promise of curry goat, rice and a six love game
The call to join friends with white rum and coconut water
Talking politics and the future of our progeny and country
The promises of lovers big us up with romance and smiles
Giggling like children let out of school
Dancing in the moonlight
Reggae, dancehall, socca and passa passa
Duppy and rolling calf stories are told in the country
To kerosene lamps
Mingled with Bra Nancy, the ginald
Riddle mi this and riddle mi that
Guess mi this riddle and p’rhaps not
Even Granny laughs and play trick on the pickney dem
But protecting them from the night air
The Holy hour has arrived
Commemorating one day less in our lives
The sun is set
The last birds have retreated
Replaced by bats from the belfry
Shutting the door on another day toiled
We sit down happy
The bedroom beckons
With dreams of another night in Jamaica
Looking forward to another Jamaica morning.
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