Darkness Waits for No One

Like all crepuscular life,

Humans co-exist with other living creatures,

Finding that brief period between sun fading

And moon rising,

As preparation

For the mesmerizing anticipation

Of the dark unknown.

What is it about the twilight

That brings melancholy thoughts,

Remembrances of the many yesterday-hours that dimmed,

Bringing the often mysterious nature of the sun announcing closure?

As the light fades into

The world’s life in transition,

It becomes the time of rest,

Some for the night,

Some forever.

Yet…

With an ending’s prelude,

Sublime glows the anticipation

Of a new beginning of wonderment,

Whether nocturnal

Or

One’s final exhalation.