Ode to Dusk

I have dilly-dallied days to Dusk.  

I have gulped down dawns and yawned  

Afternoons to close in wait of the sweet musk  

Of an earl grey tea at four or five o’clock.  

For the violet hour of slanted light have I pawned 

My days and fruitless city slog.  

And not in vain: I have grasped more sense  

From teaspoons basked in twilight efflorescence.  

But the time is near again, when clouds will roll in  

And suffocate the slanted rays; and night too  

Will attract electric light, and toll in 

Art to bed, and dreams to sleep, and heart to head.   

And so rage on, dying light, and let me   

Seize shadows cast by a birthing night.  

Conor Killian