If Dusk Could Ever Speak

What if twilight could quote words

And speak out to this world

Or maybe it got a face someday

Even if it was bright, dark, hazy or grey?

If ever the setting sun could verbalise

And adorn its beauty itself

By adding profuse adverbs

To its reddened and orangish colours.

And then ever if the evenings get a voice

Allowing them to chit-chat

What are they actually gonna gossip about

Of how was the day or their last selfie pout?

Or maybe they babble on the chilling winters

Or about how scorching the sun was

And perhaps why they love clouds

Alike couples falling for their spouse.

But there’s a lot more dusk might have to say

After-all, it’s the homecoming to some.

For the ones working all day long

Getting drained out, yet pretending to be strong.

But maybe it wishes to have a date

Or an adventurous night out

Or maybe the dusk just needs a peaceful walk

Beneath the stars for a deep meaningful talk.

And if ever in a lifetime the dusk could speak

It might blast on the eve teasers

For the crap they’ve been doing all this while

Or maybe it gives them a lesson in its own style.