In The Gloaming

that twilight
that periwinkle dusk
when day is over
and night not yet begun
when tree skeletons silhouette
against the darkening sky
it is then I see you
a stealthy shadow
seeking solace
silently slipping
through my thoughts

it is in the gloaming
that twilight
that periwinkle dusk
when bird calls cease
and a gentle hush descends
when day creatures sleep
before night creatures stir
it is then I hear you
your laughter
the liquid twinkling
inside my head

it is in the gloaming
that twilight
that periwinkle dusk
when work is done
and I am alone
with myself
it is then
that I think of you