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
Birgit and Roger
love and peace, Carole
This is my new favorite of yours. Most eloquent, beautiful poem--thank you. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Susan
Take care,
Sherry
the light that goes astray"
Oh, how I've missed your ease with internal rhyme, Eileen. With this poem, I realized something else: I often 'hear' this when it isn't, in fact, even there... such is your skill in creating "word sounds" that fill my imagination. The last two lines are among my fav's. katy xox
Ron
Lin
Paul;-)
Love Tinka
Twilight is my most favorite time, Eileen..
Absolutely beautiful
Peter