A Thousand Twilight

As the ochre sun mirthfully bursts upon
the slumbering leaves of the trees,
and the stars started to appear whispering
with the susurrations of the dawning twilight
I counted another hint of unreality
and dissolved it into the pattern of my fancies

In the mean time and in between time,
the hands of the clock failed to unwind
and deadlocked another afternoon
into the colossal room of your unfinished dreams,
I fall back without a struggle unto
your nimble hands of bliss and suffering

It was just another gloaming, but as we
descend with all the shadows of yesterdays
a thousand twilight separates us
dimmed by many paintless, frosty nights
and we can only stare on the hazy cast
that it leaves lingering from where we parted
and went gently in our good nights

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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