The Gloaming

How I love the gloaming,
The twilight of the day;
When the colors of the sky are faded,
Yet linger a while to stay.

The light in the west, it lingers,
Holding the darkness at bay.
And in it there is a promise,
Of a dawn of another day.

How I love the gloaming,
When the sun has finally set.
Yet it’s faint rays still glimmer
Far off out in the West.

It is a magic time of day,
Between the light and dark;
Just before the first star’s glimmer
The night begins to mark.

How I love the gloaming,
At the twilight of the day.
Mysterious and magical,
A precious time to pray.

(August 18, 1998. Copyright © 1998, All right reserved.)