The sky’s purplish blue confronts the orange— crashing, clashing

Opposites from Nature’s color wheel,

Complement the closing of the fading day

A glowing amber spilling from a distant rough-hewn window

Does little to beckon and beguile the wanderer

Dares not whisper you will find shelter here

No comfort or cover from the uncertainty of the night

Refuge does not dwell inside these walls

Contentment cannot take root and grow

Move on!  shouts the twilight, Go quickly the ground demands

No safe harbor here, no respite from the world

Disquiet and despair may venture to lodge, but— you are not welcome here!