I've loved every minute of it
The whole day was splendid, magnificent and
It could've been a bad day, but it wasn't
It doesn't even matter what I did before, does it?
So -
What is it about the last rays?
Cut through the clouds as sun downs half way
Beckon the night to rise like a calling
Slow on the descent the sun slips, falling
Some silence - sun sighs in asylum
Inside of the sky the night slides out of hiding
Sight is so exciting
The moon might make a move, to do life right by its abiding
And I am riding on the rhythm of the wind
The cool breeze hitting on the surface of the skin
And it sends pins and needles, I feel it till I grin
A feeling like a healing rush, hush from within
Hush from within
Quiet for a moment
Alone with the universe as it opens
And the infinitesimal dots of the stars penetrate
Bars resonate, darkness regenerates
Hard to then relate to the great vast space
As it bends, imperceptibly a fast pace
But I face it with both feet forward
I look to the stars as my breath moves towards it
The end of the course, of course unimportant
Learning from the journey is the source of the fortune
I'm sorting the world, array of the origins
The nightforce, born again pointing to the morning
The night is born and I escort it to the morning
The last rays are the night's forewarning
And I was scorned for it
To see the sunset fade though was fortunate
The evening serenades me
Displays an array like a fading painting
The same things that occur every other night
My brain makes things blur in another light
Try to explain, I can't, words can't reach
Slurred speech as my nerves burn, mind breached
As I reach for an adjective
Imaginative with additives is all I can manage to give
For these adages at best need a catalyst
Further an*lysis confirms the amalgamous
Yeah - meaning a blend of the senses
Mixed emotions and thoughts co-dependence
To go and end this would be so reckless
Abandonment, man, it seems so relentless
So be it then, this pensive sentence
It bends in another way, we're splayed defenceless
Hence the sunset bliss as an interlude
To an endless - mix of the dimmer hues
Face of the night as it's veiled by the galaxy
The pale cheek of the moon shines gallantly
I often dream that the pallor sheen goes
As a silver satellite gallops by like a palomino
I see no evil in the nightmare moon
But only Luna's melancholy cries so soon
And my eyes don't swoon like they used to
It'll take more than the dark to seduce you
You've been reduced to the second fiddle sister
That, and her prodigy has already convinced her
To be the gap between sunset and nightfall
Ascended to the throne as an heir, rightful?
So be mindful, she strikes when the time's right
The last rays of the day, known as Twilight