The Mingling of the lights

It comes twice everyday
Once each at dusk and dawn
Rarely do we notice, litte we say
Unaware we move on
It is the time of death, an end
The death of day or of night
A death on which a birth depends
The mingling of the lights

The mingling of the lights
Neither the dying sun suffices
Nor the lamps glimmering bright

The mingling of the lights
When the world is grey and dark
And shadows flicker in aimless flight

The mingling of the lights
For dusk and dawn are moving on
And thus will change alight

On a world stuck in stagnation
The daily change reminds us
Of it's ignored presence
And yet it's eternal continuation
The wheel of time goes on.