I see it, and long for its extension
The drawing of darkness over light
It gives me cover over my present failures
Inaction and forward motion intersect
And fight over my soul.
In those waning moments of daylight’s decline
I just watch, an outsider to my own struggles
Marking and recording
So that when the sun sets I can simply call it a day
And claim to start fresh in the morning.
But in those minutes when the sky blushes deep red
With pride or perhaps with some shame
I take my desire
For love, for connection
And put it slowly to sleep
It fidgets-it aches with energies unused
But I prevail, before the brightness finally falls.