
as the light recedes
dark – it seems so dark inside
must keep hope alive

as the light recedes
dark – it seems so dark inside
must keep hope alive
late chores outside
the last twittering notes
of twilight
old eyes in winter
clouds changing colors at dusk
oh wonderful life

evening dusk hangs
Tinseltown’s bright neon lights glow
beckoning the tired
setting fire to sky
when beautiful pastels fail
to sway the sun’s course