Reflections of Twilight Passed

Twilight always seemed to hold a certain kindness

Over its brother that keeps domain of the day.

An oppressive sun does little for the mind

Past beating and burning an image in.

But, the rocking of the cradle

On a simmering sea,

As the warmth bleeds out of the cut in between

Settles one into childhood thoughts;

Memories of treetops.

Our minds never worked as well

As when twilight fell,

And our mothers gathered on each porch.

Streetlights saluted as we raced

Against the dying day,

And we were happy with the shadows in play.