I’m always short-sighted at twilight
the city blurs and yet I remain clear
in the dusk of my fading eyesight.

Edges halo and hues will highlight
my squinting vision, my deciphering stare.
I’m always short-sighted at twilight.

Focus on keeping thoughts upright
beaming faces beam only when near
in the dusk of my fading eyesight.

The evening greys remain still, bright
and the thrill of late birds I can hear
but I’m always short-sighted at twilight.

My pulse is the flickering street light
the haze is diffusing my fear
in the dusk of my fading eyesight.

Auburn tinted with dark grey and night
I walk, I glow, I peer
I’m always short-sighted at twilight
in the dusk of my fading eyesight.

© Saradha Koirala 2009