It’s the end of the day again
The light begins to fade
And the sky slowly looses
The glow the sun had made
Bright blues give way to inky black
The sun must bow to the stars
Which have no warm light
When they are so far
Shadows deepen all around
Everything becomes less defined
There is coolness and isolation
In the oncoming night I find
It is sad and yet not sad
Like mist compared to rain
For there is no finality in this darkness
Just the circle beginning again
But twilight is the time of day
Which saddles in between
Belonging to neither world
Or so it would seem
Perhaps it’s in a different place
Where things are constantly flowing
And time feels like reality
When the sky gives it meaning
So as I watch the deepening twilight
As the day melts into night
It is as though I have to mourn
The arrow of time’s flight
Copyright © 2016 by Kwek Yi Zhen
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