Dusk. I won't paint you another sunset,
another beautiful striped sea; no, not today.
~ Mia Barrat
I won't say that you should sit beside me
Looking at the dusk falling before us
No, not today, for today I have found myself
Right there in your eyes, as you looked at me,
And I at the overwhelming sky,
The railroad had sung beside us
Taking us away from us to the far
Where twilight sings not of separation
But of the communion of our souls,
I won't say that you should sit beside me
Looking at the dusk falling before us,
No, not today, for today I have found myself
Right there upon your face, as you shone
And I as that found in reflection.
Today, I will just look at you
And the passionate sky
Turned so beautiful,
Today , I will go beyond mere exchanges of words
Between you and me,
Today I will transcend our so called love,
Today,
I will be your sky,
And you the Calm of a dusk
Enveloping me.
(*Note: the painting attached is titled 'Nighthawks, 1942,'by Edward Hopper.)
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