Friday, April 11, 2014

on the way to darkness . . .


from rainy days


neither light nor dark;


from twilight before night


neither blue nor black;


from its twilight twin before dawn


neither dark nor light




like a whisper


neither silent nor loud;


like a mist


neither wet nor dry;


like a dream near waking


neither asleep nor awake




but mystically magical -


nature's breath held


in anticipation


of change.



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