Stillness at Dusk

The rose tipped waves danced away into the horizon, leaving me to bid adieu to the day as the pearly tips of sunlight shifted quietly into a steely blue. Lost in a silent reverie, I suddenly found myself standing alone on the blackened horizon; it was in this solitary state that I was consumed by a deep and empty loneliness, all golden hues cast far from my sight.

Sometimes the night is the most difficult to endure, for the whisper of daylight is so near you can nearly feel the warmth of the sun's golden rays: yet in the moment you truly begin to believe the warmth is real, reality mercilessly whips you back to the bitter, chilly night you are so desperately longing to leave.

Time whips us round as rag dolls, delaying the coming of that for which we so desperately seek. And yet even in the darkest of nights, we may be surprised at what quiet dream may unexpectedly pierce our fears and gently lead us on; dreams that fill my heart with a strange mixture of hope for the future and a bittersweet longing for that which has passed.

I lie in wait for that blanket of love which my heart so desperately misses.