I thought that
twilight came slowly, softly.
Small twinkling lights appearing,
Silhouette standing, unfazed.
And I suppose, that
with twisted irony
I was right.
The only thing that I failed to notice is that
the twilight crept up
before my sight
had let it sink into my mind.
The light had dimmed and
the day had died.
Help me find my bearings.
You’re tearing me in different directions-
one that covets the brightness of day and one that seeks solace in the stars.
At your discretion our paths are made; who am I to tell you that light shouldn’t fade?
As I dread this coming darkness, please.
Teach me to rejoice in new seasons of starlight.
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Amazing. So sweet and simple.