Twilight

The evening sun falls
through deep blue walls
of phantom clouds.

Burning through the furrows,
as the day narrows
into the endless night.

There's a chill in the air,
a feeling we both share,
Blind my eyes, strangle my cries,
I find no comfort
in weary old skies.

Murky twilight,
what is it you conceal?
friend or foe?
or a flight to the surreal?
my will is steady,
I long to go;
vengeful twilight
you shall tempt me no more.

-Mike "the madman" Thapa, Twilight, 2004