REVERIE AT TWILIGHT

There is a stirring in my soul tonight

the bright

sun that glorified the day with gold

is gone. Now hangs a blueness on the air

a rare

and melancholic drift my thoughts enfold

I cannot resist (my heart unsure)

the lure

of time-marked memories of days long past

when everything was possible, if dreamed

It seemed

the stars were mine to reach

my world was vast

Gone may be the days of gold desire

the fire

of youth, but twilight is a velvet clime

If stars have spurned

my too-short reach perhaps

mayhaps

I’ll find new joys

in this soft blue twilight time

#Aging #Melancholic