On the Eyelash of Life

I love this time of day.

When the sky is hued
  - of pastel blue
joined by pinks and golds
  - and purple light
come together
  - to council about the days
thus far.

'Tis a time just yonder
  - twilight's brilliance
of relaxation and reflection
  - with air of what idle breeze
which smells of cold
  - and a light of
pensive glow
  - so eerie and only
to be found here.

Inimitable, this time of day is
  - by any medium
that I can prescribe
  - in fact, my words may prove useless
...but it is not too late,
  - and I wish you to try.

The days themselves have ages
  - you know
Infantry, Adolescence, Working Age,
  - Old Age and Death,
and every day is a life
  - lived over again
so many choices, but you know
  - only one, so cherish your day
then everybody's won.