In the Gloaming-Tear it to bits

[joshuacan]

In the Gloaming

As the yawning sun begins to sleep,
And dancing winds yield not a peep,

I look to gently waving grass at night,
And give a nod to the Earth’s soft might,

The soft machines in their mechanizations,
Arrive at golden realizations,

I look to the stars that are unborn yet,
And release the burden of hard regret,

In the gloaming, our Sol retires,
This tender night falls soft on spires,

So as bubbling streams glisten in the dark,
And the nightly blanket befalls this Park,

I feel the wondrous nip of chill,
I feel the warmth of human will,

My faith in my lovely fellow Man,
Never waivers, wherever we stand,

I elect next but to feel the wonder,
Of loving love and furied thunder,

The pitter patter of rain in fall,
It’s drumbeat painted loud and tall,

In the gloaming, my love endures,
Caught between the night and day,
The melody of a world at play,

I’d never have it another way.


Tear it bits, do whatever you please. It'll help me grow.