It is Dusk and my time has come.
The sky takes a pinkish hue,
The cool breeze begins its departure,
And the trees wave it goodbye.

Dusk has come, My time has come.
With it, it brings the black blanket,
That covers the immense sky,
The sun leaves with tears,
And the moon replaces her,
The stars begin to appear,
And I think of her with me; here.

Dusk has come, My time is now.
The flowers begin to close,
And the clouds cover the sky,
The seas begin to reflect her,
The lonely breeze sings of her,
The crickets cry her name.

Yes, Dusk is now!
Sadness is now
Despair is now
Woe is now
Sorrow is now...

My Dusk has come,
And my soul wants to break out,
And disappear into the night,
Into the dark clouds above,
To run into the rain,
Out of the forests of my pain.

Dusk has come...

This, the abyss
No one warned me about
Where imminent fevers
Cannot be sweat out
And sanity’s good side
Turns one cheek too late
In centripetal orbit
Eluding escape

When I asked you what your name was
You replied and said, “It’s Love”
Then I asked you what your song is
You then sang the song of a dove
Please chirp to me your fancy
Make me rock to your lullaby
Flap with wings that dance free
So we can sing that Love does fly.

My pen is dripping
from my heart and soul,
hoping to grow
a bit more beautiful
each day.

Last night I dreamed I was holding onto you,
I could feel my arms losing you as
my eyes fluttered awake.
I missed you immediately.
I wish you were here