Twilight
Miles have I traveled this dusty road,
my feet throb from the journey’s pain
as miniscule pebbles gather in my shoes,
and slowing down I think upon you
these ardent summer moments —
Will I ever find you again
if I retrace my steps,
remember the words I uttered
when you were by my side —
I only know that if I turn back,
the feeble light will fade
and soon
the darkness will engulf me.
I keep on walking,
closer, closer towards the golden sky
that sings a sentimental melody
and for a fleeting moment I close my eyes —
I see your smile
then I know
you are beside me still.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by J Plenio @ pixabay
lilies, sparrows and grass 
Bellissimo
Grazie mille!
Very melancholy poem although ending on an “up” note… beautiful!
Thank you so much, Ellen! 🥰🩷
I love long twilight hours when the world falls asleep, the birdsongs grow softer, and we find “ardent summer hours” awaking old thoughts and perhaps buffering loss…beautiful as always, D 🍃
Thank you, Susan! You describe the twilight hours so beautifully. Indeed the birdsongs grow softer and our thoughts turn pensive and melancholic. I love the “buffering loss” part of your twilight portrayal. 🧡