Dusk

At dusk, when my heart becomes malleable

Like a proteus whose shape depends upon

The slow death of the day and the coming

Of the unknown night, I gather what little light

Remains and infuse it into my freshly forming dreams

That I might pass from this waking light into utter darkness

With more ease and less pain. I treasure each morphing shade

As they are pulled back into darkness, and gaze at the horizon

Where the light lingers longest, shaping my every breath

According to the disappearing sun, and even after it is gone,

The light that rims that line of land that seems so familiar remains.

Deep down within my soul I gasp for light,

And as it disappears I drown and resign myself to my unknown fate.

The moon is suddenly bright, and I have so many questions.

The stars begin their luminary dance

And my eyes betray my longing as they search

For some meaning in the far corners of the universe,

And I wonder whether this night will deliver me.

The day will come, or so I tell myself.

Either that or an infinite night well beyond the reach of starlight

Where my soul will spiral forever deeper down

Into the nothingness from which all souls are sprung

And into which they must return.