Reflections of Twilight Passed
Twilight always seemed to hold a certain kindness
Over its brother that keeps domain of the day.
An oppressive sun does little for the mind
Past beating and burning an image in.
But, the rocking of the cradle
On a simmering sea,
As the warmth bleeds out of the cut in between
Settles one into childhood thoughts;
Memories of treetops.
Our minds never worked as well
As when twilight fell,
And our mothers gathered on each porch.
Streetlights saluted as we raced
Against the dying day,
And we were happy with the shadows in play.