dusk marks time

it is dusk who rescues me
peaceful, almost motionless
slipping in to night
and escaping from the stresses
of each day
so subtly he creeps in
with faintest shadowing over time
so you don't realize
he is sweeping over you

comforting unobtrusively
gently putting out the light
in those sweet moments
just before he's gone
such tenderness is shared
in pink clouded skies
and the calmness of it all
stills my restless soul