Come Twilight

Smoke rising above the mist,
resting on her back;
Burnt, wet, cold and dead,
while she picks up his slack.

Weighed down by the ashes,
she glides above the soil,
ravaged by his darkness,
calm beneath the turmoil.

Rings around the roses,
in his wake a heath;
While she nurses the earth alive,
weaving us a wreath.

And with a creeping dawn,
they melt into the light,
into one-another,
to be torn apart again;

Come Twilight.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

2 thoughts on “Come Twilight

  1. Love this. I like the line ‘Rings around the roses’- simple and straightforward but with so much inference and implication (both literary and historically).



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