Evening Shades

Twilight closed its last goodbye
waited upon with baited breath
one can say it’s a dubious match
for what others will turn aside

formal conclusions can’t be sung
nor can it be read
as a wise man thinks upon the rock
so does the planned return

warmed by comforting thoughts
arisen only to mask the moment
it turned aside as if not to comment
and frozen within the idea of mixed beliefs

horizon’s lure is somewhat obliged
to bow down and take its place
but to us…it never gets the glory
as does the final goodbye

somewhere in a distant land
a small insignificant war
wages upon the noble people
and again it seems we aren’t aware

where does one get the notion
that what is not seen does not exist
but even to the smallest of creatures
the air we breathe is for them as well

final goodbyes are only a rhyme of time
for in a circle of life…it comes around again
so best beware of what is said
for tomorrow those thoughts do arise

02/27/2005

Posted on 02/28/2005
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