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Blue Dark, Dark Blue
As children we called twilight "blue dark"
The sky is never as lovely as then
Like you and I it strives
Inked in indigo
Never blue enough--just blue
Daylight receding
Night waiting on the stoop
Oh, how long ago it seems
Living only in memories, old photographs,
And echoes of mother calling us inside
For a supper already cold
Oh, deep sky
Lit with faint, distant embers
Help me
It's getting dark
And I'm growing a deeper blue
I liked this a lot. Some lovely memories and a twist at the end. Beautiful work
Dave