Dawns to Dusks
Dawns to Dusks There sat a light at dawn, A natural satellite at dusk. Under the latter, I am a mere pawn- Under the former, a quaint husk. The dawn tints the skies With a venerable vermillion, While the dusk fills your eyes With any shade but cerulean. Have these hours ever counted? Have they ever lasted enough? Not yet- though they have mounted Peaks with high crowns which were beyond tough. Nights, days, a sight among dreams and mares, Noons and eves, both on sides extreme. For midnight, dawn is an incredible snare, And the hour by twilight, a creation redeemed. Indeed rare pleasures to the eyes, Even more so to our minds. A sight unforgettable, a memory that never dies, Tying to us like inseparable binds. Minutes and weeks, months and years, Bring ...