March 2019
In The Gloaming
that twilightthat periwinkle duskwhen day is overand night not yet begunwhen tree skeletons silhouetteagainst the darkening skyit is then I see youa stealthy shadowseeking solacesilently slippingthrough my thoughts
it is in the gloamingthat twilightthat periwinkle duskwhen bird calls ceaseand a gentle hush descendswhen day creatures sleepbefore night creatures stirit is then I hear youyour laughterthe liquid twinklinginside my head
it is in the gloamingthat twilightthat periwinkle duskwhen work is doneand I am alonewith myselfit is thenthat I think of you