i shall watch the coming of dawn
slits of light from the leaves of dark trees
glimmering packets of light
from the hiding sun on the side of the big mountain
i am dusk
and i am ready with the last breath i have
to face my death at the coming of day
this morning
tonight i prepare to live again
on this constant resurrection
i am dusk
i die when your light comes
i always live in the little dark corner
of my sadness
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dusk-till-the-next-dusk/
