O gentle dusk, with amber breath, you fall, like a quiet melody upon the edge of night; you drape the weary world in softened shawl, and dim the day with tender and fading light.
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O gentle dusk, with amber breath, you fall,
Like a quiet melody upon the edge of night;
You drape the weary world in softened shawl,
And dim the day with tender and fading light.
I stand before your fleeting, solemn glow,
A lone, silent witness to your slow retreat;
For in your hush, a truth I’ve come to know-
Each farewell whispers life is incomplete.
So every eve, I bid thee my heart to bow,
And part with you as tho’ it were the last;
No promise held within tomorrow’s vow,
No certainty that a dawn will follow fast.
Your fading light reminds me, soft yet deep,
T’at time is but a precious gift I cannot claim;
And as the earth prepares itself for sleep,
I whisper prayers and call upon His name.
Should the dawn break thru’ the veil of night,
And paint the skies with mercy’s golden hue,
I shall rise in awe beneath its sacred light,
A soul made new, with purpose to pursue.
For every breath and each moment given,
Is grace unearned, a blessing from above;
A chance to walk more humbly under heaven,
To live the day in gratitude, purpose and love.
So go, dear dusk, with all your quiet grace,
I lose you gently from my trembling sight;
And if I wake to greet the morning’s face,
I will live more fully—thankful for the light.
A. Anato Swu
Satakha Town