It was in the twilight
That I saw that face
When the glorious Sun
Had removed his crown.
When the birds sang
Their final song of the day
And the whistling of the wind
Chimed in my ears.
It was not an unusual face
Nay, not unusual at all
For it was a pale one with brown eyes
So cold and aloof
And yet its eyes spoke depths
Of the past it had survived
I probed into those deep brown eyes
Searching for the mysteries it held
For the deep dark secrets it treasured.
I saw the pain in those eyes
The pain of being unloved
The pain of being uncared
The sorrow of being betrayed
The quivering lips wanted
To tell me something
Something about its past
And yet it remained silent
The night was fast approaching
The beautiful Queen was up in the sky
And her twinkling Ministers
Adorned the night
Our eyes met for the last time
And for once I thought it smiled
And then the mysterious face vanished
In the darkness of the night
Leaving me alone in
That cold breeze
With so many thoughts unspoken
And so many words unsaid….
