Dusk Poem by Robert Creffield

Along those wooded valley slopes so high
The air winged by kingfisher and damselfly
Wisps of apple green and iridescent blue
Dazzled our love with wings that flew.

Now the valley stretches into the plain
And youthful variances all look the same
Involuntarily we sit more than we walk
Unwittingly we stare mute instead of talk.

Hebe's golden sun wrinkles into sunset mists
She curses Gēras with raging clenched fists
At the foreordained image that awaits ahead
Wreaths tied to her hair and eyes bloodshed.

Those flowing days of endless summer sun
When our youth unharnessed did run and run
Now strains the will to turn it slow and lusk
We fight the fading day as it ghosts to dusk.

Come sit by me and let me touch your eyes
By the transfer of thought I am mesmerised
To where our aging hearts be welded anew
Back to the valley slopes I will walk with you.