Twilight — Summary

You walk by night, Graced by the moon and bathed in starlight, As though allergic to the sun, As though your beauty is hidden in daylight. In the softness of the moons lantern, Eloquence and mystery springs forth from within. Seeking console in the night, Too much is exposed in the suns light, When darkness meets darkness the sun cannot fight, And you and I will remember when the time is right. Our days spent together, Will take off in flight. They are bound where our memories lie, Hopefully we can reach them before we die. And I will remain in the harsh suns rays, Tortured by over exposure and endless days, As weary as I grow, our god of shadow says, Death claims all and will consume us, like the wrath of decay. Maybe after our hours waiting, When dawn fades to dusk, We can meet again in the fleetting moments twilight, Just our memories and us.

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Rachel Habraken's "Twilight" is a poem of longing, addressed to someone who seems to belong to the night. The speaker pictures this person walking under the moon and stars, almost allergic to sunlight, with their beauty and mystery coming out only in the dark. The speaker, by contrast, is left behind in the "harsh sun's rays," worn down by endless days and a sense of being too exposed.

The feeling is mostly weariness and wistfulness. The speaker clings to shared memories and hopes to reach them "before we die," while also admitting that death will take everything in the end. The mood is quiet and a little sorrowful, but it isn't hopeless. The closing lines offer a small, gentle wish: that at twilight, the brief moment when day and night overlap, the two might finally meet again. The title becomes the poem's meeting place, with only "our memories and us."

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