Twilights of our lives

Twilights, dim obscurities of the seasons,
An opaque morning, our diffused selves in afternoons
We entwine, we have promises in these uncertainties
We see a hundred more sunsets and sunrises coming out
From the slits of our folded hands,
The morning twilights the afternoon twilights of our lives
We always love the glow; we ride in the dusk that slides
Over night skies, we descend to the lights of morning
The two of us ushering as pure as the clear lights of noon,
Whole and lovely still, then we heat & burn and then
We shall, the two of us still like twilights, finally dim then die.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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