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.