Dimming Light

As the bulb clutch, lights weave,
Beneath the thinning veil of day—
A whispered sigh from branches grieve,
As light retreats, it turns to gray.

Crimson embers on the horizon bled,
Fleeting warmth like a lover's hand,
Each heartbeat pressed where dreams have tread,
Beneath the stars' cold reprimand.

Once vibrant hues now fade to dust,
Echoes of laughter in twilight’s breath;
Life’s canvas brushed with fading trust,
A melody dulled by encroaching death.

Yet within this dimming glow we find,
The beauty wrapped in farewell's kiss;
In silence deepens a truth unconfined—
That endings cradle beginnings in abyss.

So linger not in fear of night;
Embrace the soft descent of gloom—
For even lost are fireflies bright,
Their flicker still ignites the room.