(I’m doing the a-to-z-challenge this year using the last letter of the word rather than the first because I fly in the face of convention. Which is, come to think of it, safer than flying United Airlines . – S.B.)

when dusk comes with it’s colors on,
i stare at all it’s bright array
the few brief moments that i have
before it starts to fade away

each time is like the first time, since
some brand new color i can find:
for color is like music, each
the summum bonum of their kind

yes, i will sit as lights go out
and watch the world fade on to black,
and know that one more day is gone,
another view that won’t be back —

but i have seen this dusk, and so
i saw the truth before
it had to go

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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