It is the special shade of blue
That I always ignored in favour
Of the warmer colours closer
To the distant horizon.

Perhaps it was too close to home,
Too near the bones that seemed
Sometimes to be all that remained.

It is still my favourite time
Of day, though it is no longer
As depressingly appropriate as
When I last went looking for it,
Spending evenings outside with
Only my thoughts for company.

Those I disguised in rambling words
(Much like these ones), though
Sometimes they proved mere
Wire framed glasses to an
All too distinctive face.

But somehow, the world kept
Turning, and the darkness of
Night was soon banished by
The dawn of a new day.

Evening would always return though,
And so the cycle continued.
Beginnings and endings and
Everything in between.

07/27/2020

Posted on 08/05/2020
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