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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. **
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Note
* This line is based on John Donne’s THE GOOD MORROW
** This line is adapted from Psalm 30 : 5
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Written by Sydney Peck 7 August 2012
Entered in Nette Onclaud’s Contest WREATH ON THE FLAVOR OF DUSK
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