What can be said of October twilight, Its thinning air, Its moon rising bolder? What can be said of the sounds That carry there, Of a song sung far older? What has been said of the evening mists, Curling so soft Tendrils that almost catch? What has been said of the farther door, To this plane to waft, Who is lifting the latch? In twilight we fly, In twilight we sigh, This is the no time, Reason defies. In twilight we try, In twilight we fly, This is the flow time, Kiss reason goodbye. What can be told of drying leaves whisper, Language they speak, You once knew long ago? Who would dare mention the spine’s tingle-shiver, Forgotten warning, Of the things you don’t know? What has been whispered of fey sound Come too sharp now, No clear sources to avow? What has been written of footfall behind you, A stranger, some danger, To which you will cow? In twilight we fly, In twilight we sigh, This is the no time, Reason defies. In twilight we try, In twilight we fly, This is the flow time, Kiss reason goodbye. Setted sun, Abandoned one, Mind is spun, Will you run? What report made of darkening skies, Indistinct vision, The eyes that tell lies? What words record the slipping time nightly, Under falsely lit skies, Full of dark indecision? What can be said of October twilight, Its thinning air, Its moon rising bolder? What can be said of the sounds That carry there, Of a song sung far older? In twilight we fly, In twilight we sigh, This is the no time, Reason defies. In twilight we try, In twilight we fly, This is the flow time, Kiss reason goodbye… Goodbye… Goodbye… (and we fly…) Cliff Lake 10/12/2025 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025
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Well done. Maybe October twilight just might take on a new meaning. 😉
"What can be told of drying leaves whisper,
Language they speak,
You once knew long ago?"
So evocative as to be almost audible in the ears of the reader.
Captures the eerie, supernatural spell of October nights.
This is a ballad juxtaposed with your "October - Air" as a hymn.
Contemplative.