Now Twilight Comes

 

Fragmented hopes lie,
forlorn and forsaken,
on the floor amid
bits of broken promises,
shards of shattered innocence,
flights of futile fantasy.

Time is a constant accusation
that hides in late night thoughts,
the indelible ink of tears
scribbled along the margins
of verses never written.

Long shadows bend low
to mark day's bitter end.
Windows, shuttered tightly,
blot out thoughts of tomorrow,
taunt with fleeting images,
memories, present perceptions,
hopeless anticipation of a spark
never stoked to flame.

Now twilight comes, creeping softly,
bringing a haunting vision.
Is it illusion? Nothing is clear.

Dusk's gathering haze
becomes a cloak of darkness
as sunset's glow recedes
and night's black shroud unfolds.
Its velvet web forever holds
the still-beating heart
of yesterday's dreams.