Dusk

like dust lingering in the air
casting bits of shadow
so as to see the sun's kiss
or peach skin glowing in the warmth
of its season nearly ready to pluck
and yet waiting patiently still
So to am I just before night
casting a bit of shadow
waiting patiently anxious

and as the light crawls
its way to waiting eyes
still heavy with sleep
half a world away
I linger in this inbetween
like a whisper in love
with the lips that utter it
and a dream in love
with the dreamer

Such is the mood of
a breath before nightfall
dusk