Perhaps The Heart Of Day

A short ode to the shortest time of day

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Twilight

Twilight...the darkest part of dusk

Velvet blanket pulled tight

to chin of day

Once bright day that’s now become a husk

of its former sunny self

And now shall sleep the night away

Twilight's neither day or night

It’s life is measured in minutes

And it’s hue is generally grey

It’s mordant hue, It’s somber light

It’s job is of transition

It’s what tucks in... the drowsy day

Twilight’s but a tiny part

But it’s a tiny part we trust

and if the day had a heart

T’would be twilight

The darkest time

...of dusk...

Author's Note

A clumsy semi-sorta Ode to dusk