The In-Between Time

Saturday, December 28, 2019

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.

©by Voo

December 28, 2019

11:20 a.m.

Golden Time of Day
by Maze