Sidi-not so saintlY

The last bird sings its final song for the day,  
the trees breathe out a sigh of relief.  
The first glimpse of darkness arrives,  
only as a hint of what is to follow.  

The light begins to fall  
under the spell of the darkness,  
which entices it in.  
This is when two times  
are just beginning to meet,  
for an encounter  
that is complex in its actions  
but clear in its intention.  

Flirting and dancing  
with flashes of orange and pink,  
until they are perfectly united  
in each other’s occurrence.  
This is Maghrib for me—  
the time when two times are meeting.  

The pastel-coloured sunset  
fades into a moody dusk,  
and then the impending night  
begins to cover the day  
with its blanket of stars,  
slowly pulling it over  
like a mother pulling a blanket  
over her child.  

Finally, the night takes over  
the fallen day.  
The day surrenders gracefully,  
whispering the promise  
to return again.