A Thing of Twilight

I’ve become a thing of twilight, constantly in between.

Smashed between the light & dark where things can & cannot be seen.

The danger of the night looms low; the safety of day in the sky.

The writhing nighttime forest floor is is still very much alive.

The light of dawn dusts the crests of the landscape confusing the human pupil.

Live things skitter & screech about me at hauntingly varying decibels.

If it flies or crawls into a corona of dusky light…then I see & know it.

If it creeps or slithers around my bare feet; I adjust my eyes & intuit.

This is where I know I belong in the rivers of in betweenness.

I’m comfortable in this misty foggy state. It’s mystery a power to harness.

No one comes to look for me here & if they do they can’t find me.

For in twilight the light will camouflage all things into a dusky sea.

So twice a day I find myself in my melting or icing element.

For I have become a thing of twilight…acceptance my only sentiment.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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