The light of day was waning
My heart was feeling cold
With the darkness gaining
Loves story still untold
Lest I be caught in twilight
Forever and a day
I must find ways to requite
The light that goes astray
So hungry is the corner dark
That does not get the beam
It yearns to see at least a spark
But sun witholds it's gleam
Then dark descends to cover all
Light hasn't got a chance
Til at some point the two must meet
To do a mating dance
When dance is over comes the fight
Will stygian have its way
Or will the force field of the light
Be strong enough to sway
Soon time comes to illuminate
It appears clear and bright
Yet still in corners adumbrate
A shadow of the night
Just when we think night has its way
Alas the light begins its day
etw
Wendi
Thanks
Dan
Take care,
Sherry
Jill
To do a mating dance
Quite illuminating, Tiger Lily.
Always a joy to read your work!!
love Tinka
Regis
Be safe,
Karen
Peace,
Josie
beautifully scribed, Eileen ...
This is stunningly beautiful, almost breathtaking! Very well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Aberjhani
erin
Love,
CJ
This is GORGEOUS, thought provoking excellence. After the night, comes the Light--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
It's fascinating how day has, over the centuries, has become synonomous with good, and night with bad.
Most romantics walk under the moonlight. Dinner by candle not sunlight, and who can forget 'The second star to the right, shines in the night, for you...' Guess which film that's from?
I feel mischievious tonight, E.T. Evocative poem - rich image too.
Regards
Dai
Change is a component of life
For a reason it is an ingridient of life.
Let us reflect.
Thank you Eileen.
Abdullahi
I love the rhyme and flow. Your imagery is impeccable.
"...Just when we think night has its way
Alas the light begins its day..."
Another gem.
Love,
Bette