I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
The In-Between Time Sun going down into the black well of night, It sighs and whispers, "See you in the morning." And holds onto the day as long as it can Not wanting to be alone. The shadows come first, like errant clouds And then the sunset, the twilight The golds and cobalt blues so ethereal They make you want to cry without knowing why. Slipping now, slowly, like a broken kite on the water, The sun dips, rouses again, and gives up the fight Going under the blanket of pink clouds in the West Yawning like a sleepy baby sinking into dreams. I know how it feels, the sun I know how hard I try to hold onto your voice On the telephone, your words on the piece of paper, Your hands as they pull out of mine and rush off towards tomorrow. My lips hold to yours as long as they can Tasting your kiss even after you've gone away My heart feels your imprint against my chest As my arms close and grasps your form of empty air. Twilight is so lonely, so lovely, but oh, so lonely The in-between time, not day nor night, but a time all it's own 'Twixt shade and shadow and blue gone to midnight and moon The time the heart fills with longing and hears only whispers. And when the darkness comes, as it always does, I wait for the man in the moon to smile And if he does not, I know he is sitting alone On the dark side of the moon, sighing, just like me. Waiting for love to wave it's hands and gather me back Into the daylight and out of the darkness That can only be lit by your love and the waking sun The bright day separated from the beautiful night By the in-between time.....and the magic of the twilight.
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