fragments at nightfall

twilight falls, the end of day
the light wrapped in shadows dances in the sky
creating shapes beyond what I can capture wit my eyes

there's a thought that break a moments solitude
the missing voice the makes it's absence known
the beating heart that lights the imagination
all these cast forth the words that carve my longing

the light of day, morning or night, daybreak or twilight
trace within me the flowing stream of love and desire
the paths to walk and walk again, the paths that wait
beyond the forests of my mind.

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