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Twilight

When dusk

of last twilight

is falling

we shall all

go home

when our time

has come

accompanied

by the music

of mourning doves

calling

Some arriving

just ahead of those

still

toiling ...

Twilight 2

As the twilight

slowly falls,

casting

shadows through

life's halls

A distant

bell

softly chimes

measuring out

our

remaining

time.

But, I don't think

I wish to know

When it tolls

my time

to go

Twilight 3

When the twilight

shows its face

through

my window's

curtained lace ~

I wonder where

my son will be

next Autumn far

across the sea

I close my eyes

and try to rest

I say a prayer

and do my best

to remember those

who toil in deserts,

stand guard for me -

and all of those who've gone

before

who fought

and bled in

some sad war;

As mourning doves

all shy and gray

start to call

the end of day

I close my eyes

and say goodnight

I would not want to hear the bell

that tolls my own

death's future knell

When twilight comes

I search for peace

and pray life's

injustices will cease.

© Christina 2-06

Twilight 4

In the twilight of my years,

I hope not to live in fear of certain phrases.

May I not have to speak “If only . . .”

Or “I wish I had . . .”

Or “I should have . . .”

Or “It’s to bad I didn’t . . .”

I probably can’t avoid “Why did he . . .”

Or “Why didn’t she . . .”

Or “I wish they hadn’t . . .”

Those sometimes cloud my thoughts now.

Rather, may I live so I can say, “Oh, I’m so glad I . . .”

Or “Wasn’t it wonderful when . . .”

Or “I love remembering that . . . “

Or “What a great day that was when we . . .”

In the twilight of my years,

Let not the clouds hide the setting sun.

Karen Rice © Feb 18, 2006

Twilight 5

... I watch

the curtain of night

folding her arms

around another day.

Stars falling into dreams

that dance, and dance

and never go away.

I follow the wind

as it whispers

of death.

I dance

and dance,

..til I am out of breath

The Moon is a sail

set hard against the sky.

The wind lays a tear

in the corner my eye.

Sea of Moon!

Wind from the skies!

Fingers of silence....reaching

and....tears in my eyes.

I wonder why?

© Caliber 2/19/2006

Twilight 6

When twilight glows

its last

deep embers

painted fiery red

deep

blissful

touching

my tormented soul

with nocturnal

Nightingale song

plucking

harmonious chords

on weary heartstrings

I shall welcome

eternal rest

by the supernal hand

blessed

for no more

will I have to

wonder ... why?

Twilight 7

twilight

silence

stillness

dampness

as mist nymphs play

in gentle light

the wolf howls

in the night

for a time of dreaming

for a time of rest

a time of mystery

as a vermillion sky

bids the day

goodnight

I sleep

remembering nothing

Twilight 8

Russet embers

of a dying sun

Lost among clouds

the world winds down

Nocturnal hunters

awaken form sleep

searching

for life-giving catches

Rustles become ominous

light leaves

leaving only speculation

and ghostly shapes

Elongated

By the shadows

of the end of the day

Twilight 9

With twilight come the sounds of night
Real, but only heard
By those who know to listen
For night feeders and the birds

Scratching feet and whooshing sounds
A piercing cry – a squawk
And those who know to listen
Hear each breath that is cut short

And in the dark'ning twilight comes
The thundering mares of night
And those who have to listen
Quake and cry in ancient fright

When twilight dissolves in blackness
And a frightened soul's alone
We who must always listen
Scream with every haunting groan.

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