Twilight

Written by: Mike Bayles

Twilight



                         The gray masked skies darken
                         shadow my path
                         on my long walk home,
                         and everything’s a memory
                         the summer gold
                         gentle warm wind
                         the promise of more.
                         Night falls all around me
                         in silence with no regret
                         the taking of radiance
                         the dead chill that permeates my thoughts
                         to bear another long night
                         and to bear in silent witness
                         life passing all around me
                         while I ease myself into sleep
                         in the light of dreams.