Evanescence of Twilight
When the sun is not up
Trees are the last to be told
Their sleep is long felt
The hours just roll and roll.
The flowers are up and ready
To reach to the sky
Through puffy clouds
The shiny planes passed by.
The moon hangs back...
We will see her again;
In her brilliance last night
The evanescence of twilight
A cold embrace of starlight
It was little comfort,
To be there weary
In front of their far off places,
Some say there aren’t there
Burnt out long ago.
I have hope they’re wrong
But I doubt we’ll ever know.
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