Monday, June 16, 2014


the peace of twilight

I'll miss it when I'm gone from here

the soft coal blue of the sky

and the first evening stars

glimmering into sight

recalling when the morning stars sang

and our way was set through the long day of the world

now we reach an ending

a turning in the way

and in the last violet light

comes down the sweet absorption of the night

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