As the evening twilight beckons

With mysteries of shadowed dreams

Silhouettes on painted skylines

Twilight

Twilight, that time between light and dark
That chases children out of the park
It's time for dinner, the evening

'Tis the hour before full dark,
When the day comes near its close,
And the starlings chase the insects
Through a sky of deeper

And the spectrum, suddenly, a paradox
As the light fades and the darkness is held at bay
A suspension in time, where reality

The sun,
Is just a memory,
A nostalgic opal light
The meridian
Flicks its tongue
A dusty pink road
Floating away in the wind,
Gone