Dawn to Dusk
An innocent question, I ask, of how to seize the essence.
I receive a clear and simple answer: unattainable is the presence.
It was the silence in the atmosphere, fully palpable.
It was the surrounding aura, the serene ambience, barely penetrable.
A mention of pain and there was a transformation in expression.
A puzzling predicament, an uncertain glimpse, for it was failed suppression.
It was a helpless situation, where no action could be taken.
Pleasing was the sole thought, that I should not be forsaken.
It was a delicious end to an untarnished day.
For it was in a contended haven that I lay.
