i shall watch the coming of dawn <br />slits of light from the leaves of dark trees <br /> <br />glimmering packets of light <br />from the hiding sun on the side of the big mountain <br /> <br />i am dusk <br />and i am ready with the last breath i have <br /> <br />to face my death at the coming of day <br />this morning <br /> <br />tonight i prepare to live again <br />on this constant resurrection <br /> <br />i am dusk <br />i die when your light comes <br /> <br />i always live in the little dark corner <br />of my sadness<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dusk-till-the-next-dusk/
