At Each Dusk..

December 11, 2008 by Usha Pisharody 25 Comments

At each sunset,
When the day has
Outdone itself to
A brilliant remembrance
At dusk.

At each moon rise,
When night decks
Herself in diamond
Stars, and bathes
In enchanting moonlight:

The heart stops a
Moment;

To feel the magic
And soothe the cares;

To count the blessings
And remember the giving;

To revere the only thing
That matters anymore-

Love.

2 April, ’91

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An old favourite. Also a re-post. 🙂 But sometimes I just like to read this and hope, and hope again, that all will be well. That Love will find a way 🙂

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