Twilight



Twilight sighs
reaching back towards our beginnings.

The night wind breathes a hush
upon our brow.


The sun lies
now behind our dreams: our winnings
and our losings balance in the seed
from which the future grows.


It is the bewitching hour.

Wish upon it.

Twilight sighs
reaching back towards our beginnings.

The night wind breathes a hush
upon our brow.

The sun lies
now behind our dreams: our winnings
and our losings balance in the seed
from which the future grows.

It is the bewitching hour.

Wish upon it.