JUST AFTER SUNDOWN
By John Thomas Tuft
What is this desire I have to seek out a home?
The desire to say that I have something to say?
What is this loneliness that longs for love?
Why do I always hesitate when you ask me to stay?
Seasons come and seasons go, passing each other on the way
The moon rises, the stars come out, not caring if we say hello
The sun never asks permission to shine its warm light
Just after sundown the gods whisper to all creatures below.
In the twilight mists the fairies start dancing
Beckoning to travelers to wander off the path
Beware lest you follow them beneath the canopy
Just after sundown you may discover you cannot go back.
If we truly believe we cannot change who we are
And all of life’s meaning can be stitched on a pillow
Then perhaps the best choice we can ever make
Just after sundown to be found dancing beneath the willows.