Dusk
O expectant dusk In silent still foretelling With balmy arbor musk And memory indwelling… O ever autumn’s kin The season notwithstanding: Bright holiday within Each gentle, final landing… O lonely time of lighting Exaggerating feeling— Loneliness inviting, And loneliness revealing… O hour of paradox, So oracular, serene… Another laughing mouth that mocks The joy I’ve dared to dream? January 22, 2005 Houston, Texas Age 23 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.