Dusk

When clouds as shadows dress to woo the fading sky

and black trees cut from paper stand stark against the light,

When bells on tiny legs bid the sun goodbye

and lighted wings like lanterns adorn the coming night,

When all I see goes still and window panes glow gold,

sounds cease, wrapped in fleece

and the breeze turns cold.

When the buzzing drone of waking is swallowed into peace

Is when I feel you breathing and pray to never be released.  

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