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Since I was a child, I have always been entranced with that magical time we call Twilight. Even now, when I take myself outside to experience it, I can still feel the subtle, but no less powerful, exchange of energies. This poem shares with you some of my thoughts and feelings, at such times…
The dying day
Releases
A gently flowing essence
Which night is quick to grasp
And carry on
To greater depth.
But neither day or night
Can quite contain
Within themselves
This hidden force.
For it defies all time
By melting Nature
In all its contradictions
Into a unity of strength.
And nothing but this self
Can know
When day must end and night begin:
For Twilight
Knows no sun or moon,
And only life.
