Then, In the Dusk of Being...

Then, there it is, where just an hour or maybe two before

Daylight drew pictures on earth’s shadow-dappled living-floor

While we too, with each touch and trip and here and there a fall

Draw pictures we will hang with tender care upon a wall

Then in the dusk of Being we will pause a little too

To watch the blue grow deeper on Time’s weathered avenue

We’ll hear upon the night-wind fond farewells to reminisce

And gather much like flowers faded fragments to thought-kiss

The hours that have stolen precious afternoons afar

Will suddenly be resurrected ‘neath the evening star

As in the dusk of Being we allow ourselves to dance

The doggerel befitting those who’ve suffered Time’s romance

The heart is like a levee holding memories in place

Where aftermath of daylight keens its generous embrace

And though day-shadows disappear into night-ebony

It cannot brush away the beauty of a memory

Where in the dusk of Being we walk slower than before

To touch with tender gratitude Time’s shadow-dappled floor

© Janet Martin

Don Williams; I would like to see you again~