At dusk
we mend our broken vessels
broken hearts and joys
wipe our eyes
from unruly past
darkness takes over so fast
At dusk
we gaze into
a fragile future
uncertain and unsure
in disarray on foreign shores
we stand
wasted swimmers
in the sea of tears
At dusk
gloom appears soon to vanish
Hope and i
caught in the dreaming's embrace
clinging onto momentous bliss
and in moments
of expectation
joy may emerge at dawn.
