Twilight

I look for you in the twilight glow

When the sun dips over the rim,

When it’s night time here and it’s daytime there

And I think of you there with him.

Though you said, ‘It’s just for a holiday,

And I promise that I’ll be good,’

Well I’m sure you were, as he stroked your hair

In the shade of the underwood.

Whenever the twilight’s coming on

And the Moon moves up in the sky,

I sit and dream in a cold moonbeam

And mull over the question, ‘Why?’

You said that you had two itchy feet

In a sense, they wanted to roam,

And though you were trying to be discreet

I knew you were leaving home.

So now I sit, and cry in the dark

Of the twilight’s utter gloom,

And think of you in a pleasure park

Where you flew on your witches broom.

I know you couldn’t be on your own

I can see the dark shape of him,

He’s there when you ought to be alone

As you taste of the fruits of sin.

The sun peers over the morning rim

As I bid goodbye to the night,

And see where I shattered the mirror in

That I look like a sleepless fright.

The silence shrieks with a telephone ring,

As I answer it, you say:

‘I’m looking forward to coming home,’

And, ‘Thanks for the holiday!’

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[TPK Stories]

Another good tale. Love the story.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the tone of the words. Honest and sincere.
"He’s there when you ought to be alone
As you taste of the fruits of sin."
The above lines. I liked. Nice flow of thoughts led to good ending. Thank you David for sharing your outstanding poetry.
Coyote