twilight

there is a certain magic at twilight...
when the fading natural glow
competes with the bare yellow bulb
for mastery of the shadows.
a few minutes after,
...the bulb rules the night.
a few minutes earlier,
...the sun dispells the shadow.


there is a certain melancholy to twilight...
when the daytime's long goodbye
drifts in eddys & whorls,
flowing out between the branches.
a few minutes earlier, the paths are filled with laughter.
a few minutes after, the branches are filled with stars.