Lament of the Dusk As dusk descends upon the day, With shadows deep and colors gray, I feel the sorrow of the light, As stars emerge to claim the night.
The whispers of a gentle breeze, Speak softly through the swaying trees, A lullaby of peace and calm, To soothe the heart, to cradle balm.
Yet in this time, a heart must mourn, For daylight fades and dreams are born, The cycle turns, as all must do, In every end, a newness grew.
O dusky hour, your grace I keep, In tender thoughts, I often weep, For all that fades, a chance to grow, In every twilight’s gentle glow.
- J C R Selwyn