Dusk belies darkness,
for dusk threatens
and menace dwells
in fearful expectations
of fading light.
But night is a comfort,
no hidden evil waits
in celestial shadows.
Night is rest.
No sin,
no omission
judges my eternity.
I am blameless.
Gentle silence beckons,
and peacefulness.
No pain,
no cold,
no loneliness,
no disdain,
only the caress
of blind stardust.
Lovely piece of writing. Emotions n Nature intermingled beautifully.
Between the lines of this poem I sense a deep peace and acceptance the last line might even be a good description of our true nature?
I was trying to convey several ideas - that night is not fearful nor is death, that most of our sins are minor and forgivable, and that the dust that we return to is stardust.
It is good to read a poem that can actually make you reflect, and this one does that: it is true, dusk precedes the night, and it does feel a little frightening at times, especially when you are somewhere new or alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've just read your profile and you come across as a very caring person. So I thought it's high time I had a look at your poems. You've certainly achieved your ambition to be a poet and, judging by this one, a very good one too. It's funny you should mention twilight but it's the one time of the day I hate driving. Night driving I like with its sharper detail. I know this might sound a little mundane. Your poem hits far deeper cords. A definite 10. Tom Billsborough
Thank you Tom. I am still in the process of posting things I wrote years ago but soon will get back to more current work. Thanks again for the rating.