Twilight falling makes me sad
With expectation seldom met
As wistful evening bleeds away
Ambition fades with soft sunset.
Dawn creates a surge of blood
As tumbled plans carouse to day,
Enthused, this finest moment met
With hope arranged in fine array.
By noon the schedule lies in rags
The tether hangs in tattered state,
Dullness in the discontent
Lies brutal on an emptied plate.
To build a castle in the air
And frustrate dissipation’s fight
When time and time a proven fact
That good intention fades with night.
Daylight flees with ebbing tide
Coolness in the furtive air,
Expectations start to slide
As resignation takes the chair.
Marshalg
At the calm of ebb tide
21 February 2013
© 2013 Marshal Gebbie
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
Twilight falling makes me sad
With expectation seldom met
As wistful evening bleeds away
Ambition fades with soft sunset.
Dawn creates a surge of blood
As tumbled plans carouse to day,
Enthused, this finest moment met
With hope arranged in fine array.
By noon the schedule lies in rags
The tether hangs in tattered state,
Dullness in the discontent
Lies brutal on an emptied plate.
To build a castle in the air
And frustrate dissipation’s fight
When time and time a proven fact
That good intention fades with night.
Daylight flees with ebbing tide
Coolness in the furtive air,
Expectations start to slide
As resignation takes the chair.
Marshalg
At the calm of ebb tide
21 February 2013
© 2013 Marshal Gebbie
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