Dawn of Dusk

Yonder into those mountains,

I wonder what happens,

questioning who dwells in such haven.

I speculate life there,

and gaze with serenity.

I perceive zilch but splendour,

enchanting beauty of twilight,

 the dawn of dusk.

I become the faithful spectator,

over those mighty elements,

to witness the clouds drift,

flying freely over the green giants,

kissing them as they enjoy the escape,

constructing mirages and pulse,

over the cosmic ocean of blue sky.

Brightness succumbs to darkness… but mutually.

I feel the natural vigour,

that crafts day and night.

Dusk embarks to envelope,

those potent beings and everything.

The sun returns to rest.

For it has to dawn yet again,

once more to call it a day,

                                                                         and to give us a  fresh start- to a new beginning.