Twilight
June 1 2009


Dusk
imperceptibly settles.
You feel the weight of air,
the light
getting denser.
Unsure if it fills the world
or empties it.

And then
the colours of darkness disappear.
A charcoal etching
in all the shades of grey —
softening its edges,
smudging the space
in between.

At night
all of us are colour-blind;
more likely to touch
and be touched,
snuggled-up
beneath its soothing cover.