Not Yet Done
Twilight , stay with me
in hours between wrong and right;
when confessions are murmured
upon this life half done,
that past mid-life, I ask for reprieve
to settle unsolved desires
those which enable my fears
a choking of seasons’ absence—
Northwinds may be cold , cruel
but now I hold eventide’s fire
with passion unbending.
26th Apr 2018
Copyright © Carly Lalion | Year Posted 2018
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