Dusk


An afternoon sky whispers of change
as the blue is touched by thoughts
of a faded pink
and the once white clouds echo
with the hues of a spent day
It is the time between then and now
that most strongly echoes its existence
Those single moments and each distinct piece
of life they hold
Its the time the sun yawns
just before it falls to sleep
When the night first stirs
and acknowledges its time
and starts to open its dark eyes
Its my moment
Like a heartbeats first breath
and a breaths first taste of life
It is the moment between moments
The time between times
It is dusk


Copyright ©2006 W. Garrett Garrison