Dusk (a poem)

Dusk,
you are my knight in shining armor--
the whisper soaring through the sapphire sky,
driving my dreams, you are my compass.

Dusk,
a reason to make it through the day--
faith to find the needle in the hay,
but never a word do you say.

Dusk,
you are the shadow without the doubt--
the cloud that brings cool without the rain,
chasing my anger, you are my phoenix.

Dusk,
a rustic house of pebbles and stone,
linen dried as the sun shown,
now it's you and I alone.

Dusk,
you are the raven to my Poe--
nevermore, my dear Lenore,
scribbling my thoughts, you are my journal.

Dusk,
the winding, slippery slope--
I careen as you hope
I'm looking through my telescope.