Dusk

The moon is too low, too close to the horizon

Reluctant to be seen.

Grudgingly glowing with borrowed light from the sun.

A yellow surreal glow,

making the teary dew drops glean.

Undoing all that the daylight has done.

I think I'm like the moon too,

borrowing the light in the overwhelming dark.

Trying to stay awake and wondering,

where did you hide my heart?