DWELLING IN DUSK
dusk casts a shadow on the footsteps of tomorrow
and the whole world sighs at the start of day’s end
stars peer through the scarlet sky at the night to follow
as dreams take form and reality starts to bend
I sit in crowded solitude against the fading sun
and let hope be born before the day is done
October 28th, 2008 at 8:53 pm
Good words.