Twilight

Serenade, softness, and silhouette Long-ago summer days would bring, Before and after the bright sunset, Limpid and languid and lingering. I remember the crickets' castanets, Coral clouds and grass still damp with rain. Solitude then held no regrets; Beauty was never marred by pain. The thought of parting seemed as far, When the liquid light lapped everything, As night itself on the first dim star, Silvery, seemingly slumbering. Through shadeless hours of hot dry light, Immersed in the present, I might forget, But in the chill of the sudden night Twilight from far away haunts me yet.