I see the dusk in the dawn.
I see everything, all at once.
The young girl skipping stones,
and across the same lake,
the old woman that stares into the depths below.
I see the nightingales,
flying in the dimming sky,
but hear the morning lark's call,
beckoning the start of the same day,
at whose closure I now stand,
dusky hues imitating the dawn.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC
I see the dusk in the dawn.
I see everything, all at once.
The young girl skipping stones,
and across the same lake,
the old woman that stares into the depths below.
I see the nightingales,
flying in the dimming sky,
but hear the morning lark's call,
beckoning the start of the same day,
at whose closure I now stand,
dusky hues imitating the dawn.