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A Pause, a Breath, a Moment Held in Glass
At that sacred hour when the light concedes, And the sun, a tired monarch, slowly bleeds Across the horizon's wide and waiting stage, The world turns over a new, dimmer page. The shadows, long and languid, start to creep, And lull the noisy, waking world to sleep. The sky, a bruise of amber, rose, and rust, Surrenders all its certainties to dust. A final, fleeting, fiercely golden flare, Then softens to a hush in the evening air. Our voices, once so bold, now fall away, As thoughts too loud for daylight start to sway. A loneliness, a quiet passenger, Sits down with us, a familiar visitor. And in its company, a ghost of romance Waltzes on the air, a single, saddened glance At love once held, now just a fading hue, A part of day the night has swallowed too. This is the sundowner, more than just a drink, A ritual upon the mind's own brink. A pause, a breath, a moment held in glass, Where what has been and what will be both pass. A reckoning with all the light has burned, And all the truths the darkness has not learned. A sweetness in the letting go, the fall, Suspended, in the quiet, after all.
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