To stroll in twilight hours, with feet adrift,
Is to dilute your soul, with mind to sift
The petty shame that would pollute your day
If left to fester there, and have its way.
Dismiss those thoughts; look up! The dangling dark
Just glistens there, as you pursue its arc.
Beyond a dying sun that rends the sky
Soft onyx waves pound out their lullaby.
Sweet dusk. You watch the dark as it cascades,
As shadows grow, as your existence fades.
Past streetlight beams and winking stars you find
The night that fell upon your state of mind.
It's not a sad, or glad, impression left,
But simply calm, through a nocturnal theft
Of sunlight's fears and hopes, which dusk ascends:
We but begin our lives when daytime ends.
