Twilight.
Day reaching into night.
I live here,
reaching
out my hand to Father Sun,
Mother Moon.
This is the land of the nighthawk
echoing call
of loneliness
and beauty.
Bats sweep
flitting wings against darkening sky.
Raccoons poke bandit faces
from blackberry jungles.
Everywhere life
stirs to rise
or sleep
in magnificent transition.
Twilight
is my country.
Banned from day and night,
a foot planted into each;
walking the place
where the wind dies
and the sky
paints colors
abandoned by rainbows.
Twilight
plays tricks on your eyes.
Can you see me
beautiful
in your headlights?
by Seda J. Collier
June 3, 2008
1 comment:
I can, Seda. That was lovely. Thank you for sharing your heart.
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