I've loved every minute of it

The whole day was splendid, magnificent and

It could've been a bad day, but it wasn't

It doesn't even matter what I did before, does it?

So -

What is it about the last rays?

Cut through the clouds as sun downs half way

Beckon the night to rise like a calling

Slow on the descent the sun slips, falling

Some silence - sun sighs in asylum

Inside of the sky the night slides out of hiding

Sight is so exciting

The moon might make a move, to do life right by its abiding

And I am riding on the rhythm of the wind

The cool breeze hitting on the surface of the skin

And it sends pins and needles, I feel it till I grin

A feeling like a healing rush, hush from within

Hush from within

Quiet for a moment

Alone with the universe as it opens

And the infinitesimal dots of the stars penetrate

Bars resonate, darkness regenerates

Hard to then relate to the great vast space

As it bends, imperceptibly a fast pace

But I face it with both feet forward

I look to the stars as my breath moves towards it

The end of the course, of course unimportant

Learning from the journey is the source of the fortune

I'm sorting the world, array of the origins

The nightforce, born again pointing to the morning

The night is born and I escort it to the morning

The last rays are the night's forewarning

And I was scorned for it

To see the sunset fade though was fortunate

The evening serenades me

Displays an array like a fading painting

The same things that occur every other night

My brain makes things blur in another light

Try to explain, I can't, words can't reach

Slurred speech as my nerves burn, mind breached

As I reach for an adjective

Imaginative with additives is all I can manage to give

For these adages at best need a catalyst

Further analysis confirms the amalgamous

Yeah - meaning a blend of the senses

Mixed emotions and thoughts co-dependence

To go and end this would be so reckless

Abandonment, man, it seems so relentless

So be it then, this pensive sentence

It bends in another way, we’re splayed defenceless

Hence the sunset bliss as an interlude

To an endless - mix of the dimmer hues

Face of the night as it’s veiled by the galaxy

The pale cheek of the moon shines gallantly

I often dream that the pallor sheen goes

As a silver satellite gallops by like a palomino

I see no evil in the nightmare moon

But only Luna’s melancholy cries so soon

And my eyes don’t swoon like they used to

It’ll take more than the dark to seduce you

You’ve been reduced to the second fiddle sister

That, and her prodigy has already convinced her

To be the gap between sunset and nightfall

Ascended to the throne as an heir, rightful?

So be mindful, she strikes when the time’s right

The last rays of the day, known as Twilight