Dusk

The days full busy wends inevitably to its close Cool wind half light filters through the awakening chorus of crickets While the last chirping of a solitary birds farewell goes un-noticed. The trees now stand sentinel guardians on their stout trunks Watching as the owl and mouse play at catch and hunt And furtive shadow eyes take the night shift from the day shift lizard and serpent. The quiet hangs a sigh of respite from bright suns heat Body and blood languish in the days parchment of peace It is the indigo moment of skies Just a seconds breath before the birth of the stars As clouds upon their sails cast but silhouettes in the deepening dark Yellow flowers nod their heads in case their colours we forget While the rivers rush softens continuous upon its rocks It is a silence filled with the sounds of ..... hush Sleep now; all you day bright creatures Rest; let the nocturnes domain commence Long prepared by the flurry of paint That filled the fired brush of the suns set The liberation of your dreams awaits In full anticipation of another dawning day It is an indigo moment of skies Just a seconds breath away from the birth of stars