With what awe do we wait for darkness to fall upon us.
Each shade of twilight a deeper bluish hue.
Colors not visible to the unconcerned eye are marked
only by the emptiness after each has gone.
A melody of lullabyes call out from corners black with night,
full of patient shadows huddled close, awaiting a careless blink.
They slink out unheard, enveloping us in unseen arms.
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