A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Evenings

Evenings feel…

That shade of dusk
A bride that loses
Almost in a blink, her blush-
Quietens, sobers
And slips into night…

Evenings come…

Never too quickly,
When bright light quite dries
Out, and squeezes the heart
Of that last bit of hope, of succor…

Evenings be…

That utterly soft blanket
That keeps you sane
As you map your thoughts
Fashion from them a meaning
That will be a mild placebo
To help negotiate another
Sleepless night.

Evenings.
When I wait, not knowing
Yet knowing,
Somehow, no matter who
You be, that day…

You will be.

And slip between those thoughts.
Shepherd them.

Pen(n) them.

Before night gathers me
For its own.

5 April, 2017

Day#5 of #Napowrimo, 2017 – National Poetry Writing Month 2017