We all have them,
taking another walk around the block,
a typical, know the path route,
only the sun was setting
in some different way
hundreds of dusk afternoons,
throughout my life
yet this fade into twilight,
my mind elsewhere,
paying attention
only to the pattern
concrete blocks,
taking me home
or
somewhere surreal,
is this village now
my home,
I noticed there are structures in the way of the sunset,
the one I would watch from my front yard,
settling romantically into a
quiet surround of forest green.
But I only watched it alone
for twenty years,
until one day,
she came into my life
let me see the sunlight
in a different way.
So now I do wonder
what is my new dynamic,
what will our lives become,
a quiet solace
a silent awakening
a different pitch upon the rays
would might I wish
illuminate my night.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
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