duskchasers

chasing the dusk with the scimitars of night

this heady medley of fight or flight

or the limpid calm before the storm

cool eyes, bright lies and an alabaster form

balm to soulscorches in a fading light

amid a handful of cheers and a thousand jeers

rag-tag cloak of long-lost hopes and fears

half-remembered some childhood tune

lucent in the shade of a lycan moon

scuffed-foot walks with those might-have-beens

measuring out their worth with a tablespoon

i have scribbled my soul onto the mossy wall

of these narrow by-lanes of anywhere

to ensure that whenever i hail or call

the ship has already sailed the port

'tis left only to wave and smile -

have no doubt, it's a jolly good sport!