The Promise of Dusk

I walked on the boulevard, deep inside,

When I noticed the dusky evening sky,

Twas filled with a heavenly golden glow,

Like a beautiful prose to the Sun's of yore,

My mind was mesmerized at this sight,

Of a divine dusk as a prelude to the darkness of the night.


Twas then that I saw the beauty of this rite,

The dusk as a promise of the dawn being bright,

And that a night however dark it be,

Shall forever be followed by the mornings glee.