Perhaps the Heart of Day
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Twilight
Twilight...the darkest part of dusk
Velvet blanket pulled tight
to chin of day
Once bright day that’s now become a husk
of its former sunny self
And now shall sleep the night away
Twilight's neither day or night
It’s life is measured in minutes
And it’s hue is always grey
It’s mordant hue, It’s somber light
It’s job is of transition
It’s what tucks in... the drowsy day
Twilight’s but a tiny part
But it’s a tiny part we trust
and if the day had a heart
T’would be twilight
The darkest time
...of dusk...
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2017
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