In the haze between day and night,
the dusky skyline wraps itself around you.
Like anonymous lovers merging into one.
The magneta in the sky blushes at you.
You shine brighter in return.
I, an absent onlooker, bows to the magic.
Golder hour, another shape of you,
holds placards for swollen hearts.
Blending away the maroon sadness
from their lips.
Filling the old wounds.
Gurgling sprinkling happiness in the veins.
Silently whispering, “There is no running
away from this shade of love.”