dusk arrived.
The day dragging on tired feet
evening in her parlour
getting dressed up
looking out of the window
and she listened intently
she was all ears when the sound of tapping filled her room
she left her hair half done
and jumped out as the time had come
here he was love of her life
dusk with a luscious smile
his dark robes flying about
his baritone laughter echoing in air
his profound silence pin-drop
his arms outstretched for anyone around
to engulf all who ever loved
who ever had the courage to dare
evening came witheringly walking on tiptoes
one moment passed between two lines drawn on horizon
evening lost herself in his vast enclosure
no traces of her were to be found
only some leftover fragrance
of evening’s disappearing gown
a wine glass with her lips’ marks
one strand of hair that fell on earth
and she closed eyes into oblivion
now it was him.. only him
painting canvas crimson then gray
beautiful hopeful simmering dusk!
