Day’s Death to Light’s Birth

                                                                                                

In the silence of the clumsy dusk,

Rays of light fade and lurk.

Lives found getting away,

To the abodes with a soft sway. 

Feeble sighs, dwindling faces,

Wane like stars in the dusk-bound skies.

Yells and giggles, feeble and thin,

Dissolve into deep calm, where they all begin.

Moments fell by, in dusk’s ever grace,

Left no trace, to the mind’s darker space.

Hardly found, they embraced the day,

Against the long and brighter day. 

Spurts of creepy dreams, woke up in haste,

Bidding to fall off with the first ray’s toast.

Embarked soon and plunging to the dark,

In search of souls to test it’s peak.

Hushes of dreams, never fully grown,

Strands of them often barely seen.

Faded into feeble murmurs, creepy and quiet,

Vanishing deep into the recess of that night. 

Day’s death wins the night,

To die with dawn’s fist sight.

Life takes, rather vicious often,

Circles yet there is a reason to have fun. 

Linto