The nights were sombre, days were grim,
Dawn was clothed like sleep’s old pimp.
The thoughts were crowded, smiles were hidden,
Laughter was scarce, perhaps forbidden.

I walked a mile to meet the dusk.

The children had forgotten to run and play,
Parents had locked them in homes to stay.
The neighbors were fearful, doors were shut,
The houses looked barren like some abandoned hut.

I walked  a mile to meet the dusk.

The friends had left, families had forgotten,
Humanity was alone waiting to be rewritten.
The sick were in pain, breathing was not easy,
Yet the air flowed freely, light and breezy.

I walked a mile to meet the dusk.

Dusk was filled with birds chirping sound,
A joyous melody of hearts homeward bound.
Dusk cradled in its arms the sun and moon,

Dusk showered the earth with a celestal boon.

I walked a mile to meet the dusk.

Dusk was waiting for me at the bend of lane,
Holding in one hand, a sun set framed.
Dusk showed me in that beautiful light,
A hope for tomorrow, burning ever so bright.

I had walked a mile to meet the dusk.