At Dusk Poem by Barry Middleton

at dusk the whippoorwill has come to call
and shadows of the nighttime start to fall
that's when I wish the darkness to forestall

the shadows come and go
but they do not bestow
their secrets of the things I need to know

I spent my lifetime searching for a sign
I sought the wistful shelters of my mind
to love it may have been that I was blind

it seems so simple now
I failed to see somehow
the love that I would ever disavow

the twilight whispers on the somber breeze
I will accept my lot on humble knees
it may be true the gods still grant reprise

in heaven love may reign
and life is not in vain
the questions that I ask must yet remain