Dusk

by Karishma Sinha

The dusk came unaware,
I would rather watch the
sun sink in your eyes than
be bathed in the purple hues,
reflected in the gathering clouds,
the golden light of a dying sun
in the infinite sky.
I would rather sink into
the depths of your soul
then listen to the call of
the glorious spectral dusk,
almost an aching illusion.
As darkness invades us,
I would rather be lost into
this velvet indigo twilight
with you, our hands entwined.
I would rather welcome the
sunset with you than take
comfort alone in this surreal
air between light and darkness.

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