Fading Lights

The dusk fell as I stared out of the window,
Driving along the road amidst a breezy flow.
Landscape loses form, only the outlines stay,
As the earth unwinds itself at the end of yet another day.

 Unforgiving yet unsparing, darkness envelopes all,
The fall of night at first casts a gloomy pall.
But the eyes forced to adjust, search for specks of light,
Pupils widen, in dim light, their focus adroit.

And darkness reveals, what the sun had concealed,
Restores parity, the river as dark as the barren field.
Surroundings hazy, but clearer at the ken,
Don’t we all need to see the larger picture every now and then?

Moonlight is all, but sunlight that’s been reflected,
But perspective ponders if the excess light has been rejected?
Thus, at the fall of every dusk, lies a new opportunity,
Maybe we need to turn of the light at times, to see with clarity.

And the darkness that once terrified, now offers solace,
Who knows if its the nights that precede the days?
The time spans merge, change the accepted wrong and right,
I drive on, a mere speck in those fading lights...















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