Bob Blackwell - Twilight

That time between
light and darkness,
when twilight reigns,
long soft shadows,
at life’s dusk, is the
beginning of our end.

On our mindscape
light, grey, and dark
clouds reappear, as
shaded memories of
sunny spells, storms,
future low depressions.

In our minds eye,
pretty coloured
patterns formed
bring a smile, a
tear, a angry flash
a thunder roar,
a happy sunny face.

From sunset,
evening time
we learn
how times of rest
bring peace to mind,
that dark clouds
can be dissolved.

As our sun settles on
edge of world, it
collects our problems,
dissolves them
into the mist of time,
to rise once more
at dawns moment;
renewed, unsullied,
clean and fresh,
to light a
different world.

Bob Blackwell

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