Soft Twilight

The lonely bird walks a desolate street

A broken, road of forever it goes

Her head bent down, her aching feet

Threatens to slow her course

Her eyes they speak of loss and love

Her voice is cracked and hoarse

She once was a beautiful dove

Who opened life’s wrong door

The lonely bird, she stops to breathe

An empty shell of life

The path to destruction is laid ahead

To end her misery and strife

And yet the sun, it shines on her hair

Ebony and soft in the light

The canvas of life no more threadbare

Burns now burnished bright

It was always him, the sun so gold

That kept her on that road

The lonely bird is now consoled

By the faithful sun followed

And in his golden light she stays

Her eyes burn brown and bright

The road that winds for the rest of the days

Is now bathed in soft twilight.

For you, my amazing JNR.