FLAVOR OF DUSK

Written by: Sidney Beck

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