|
Twilight
by Richard VinceThe world is slowly fading
From my view, but I continue
To watch it, as though
The light may suddenly,
Irrationally return it to
Visibility.
Trees pass as shadows over
Twilight, while water is merely
Darkness with no light to
Reflect. Still, the grey somehow
Contains many colours; I know
They are there, even though
I cannot see them.
The parallel threads of steel
Alongside still glow, though.
They radiate purpose, a
Usefulness noticeable to few.
Indeed, now that the light
Has all but disappeared,
I seem to be the only one
Trying to see beyond the glass.
I have long believed that
I always want to see the sky,
But now I cannot see it,
I wonder if I actually want
It to see me?
05/17/2006 Posted on 05/25/2006
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 05/28/06 at 06:04 PM "Still, the grey somehow
Contains many colours; I know
They are there, even though
I cannot see them." Utterly brilliant. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/31/06 at 01:41 PM I have always hoped for a way to describe this most ponderous time...and you have perfectly and eloquently done so. It is as if you were inside me, writing what's happening in my thoughts at Twilight.
A halo in a favorite for this. —Jill |
|
