The Last Breath Of Evening

 

The sky is bruised purple at the last breath of evening

The air stilled from violent storms before the last breath of evening

 

From the new sunrise and the slow burn of a waking day

Stretching ahead in unknown pleasures to the last breath of evening

 

A day of honest work and muscles that ache

With the strain of reaching the last breath of evening

 

The love, the conflict, the joy the pain

The growing solitude as friends succumb to the last breath of evening

 

The first scream of life and the howl of living

In fear of the creeping, crawling dusk of the last breath of evening

 

The quiet contemplation of what has gone and what will not return

As the shadows lengthen at the last breath of evening

 

A sip from a glass of lonely tears

Bitter from tasting the last breath of evening

 

The sunset beckoning the darkness

At the last breath of evening