something in the coming dusk

Here's another poem taken from the pictured 2014 Kate Tempest collection ... still can't put it down:


The Point

The days, the days they break to fade.
What fills them I'll forget.
Every touch and smell and taste.
This sun, about to set

can never last. It breaks my heart.
Each joy feels like a threat:
Although there's beauty everywhere,
its shadow is regret.

Still, something in the coming dusk
whispers not to fret.
Don't matter that we'll lose today.
It's not tomorrow yet.

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Kate Tempest (1985 - )

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