The bewitching hour of evening

'Tis the bewitching hour of evening
when sun shines on clouds from side-angles
and all billowed detail is illuminated
amidst the swelling tide of an ocean blue sky

'Tis the bewitching hour of everning
when a golden aura caresses spring petals
leaf patterns emanate fractal artistry
terra firma radiates life's potential

'Tis the bewitching hour of evening
when mountain Zephyr is fragrant
with the breath of tomorrow,
of every tomorrow to come

'Tis the bewitching hour of evening
when existence shows its essence
and the gift of perception is bestowed
unto the willing alone

'Twas the bewitching hour of evening,
but now it is dark.
Lurid sunset has faded into blackness of night.
Divinity of life has waned toward mortality.
And again I am left depleted of hope
for the tomorrow that may never arrive.