Flavor of Dusk

FLAVOR OF DUSK Comes the dusk -- a bittersweet mystery: Sweet flavor of its cold-salted blade of disappointment. Disappointing, disappearing light where do you go? Oh, go from me, shiver of atavistic fear, For I fear the sharp cuts darkness’s return may bring; Though it brings your arms and tender caress. Caress me now, O last sweet rays of sun ! My sun, return to me, my beautiful fading light: Light my path and show me hope for the good. Goodnight. But then good morrow and we wake. * Oh, wake this night my strength, and stir joy - For joy in the morning comes. ** . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . Note * This line is based on John Donne’s THE GOOD MORROW ** This line is adapted from Psalm 30 : 5 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written by Sydney Peck 7 August 2012 Entered in Nette Onclaud’s Contest WREATH ON THE FLAVOR OF DUSK