AFTER DUSK

The night has fallen

like death once shall fall,

a veil over vision and thought;

like the last images

flashing in a dying mind,

we gather in electric light,

as time creeps toward

the day's end -

this the true 'little death',

no moment of delight,

but fading of the light

as dawn is but a faint hope

across churning time.

04.04.2020