That time between <br />light and darkness, <br />when twilight reigns, <br />long soft shadows, <br />at life’s dusk, is the <br />beginning of our end. <br /> <br />On our mindscape <br />light, grey, and dark <br />clouds reappear, as <br />shaded memories of <br />sunny spells, storms, <br />future low depressions. <br /> <br />In our minds eye, <br />pretty coloured <br />patterns formed <br />bring a smile, a <br />tear, a angry flash <br />a thunder roar, <br />a happy sunny face. <br /> <br />From sunset, <br />evening time <br />we learn <br />how times of rest <br />bring peace to mind, <br />that dark clouds <br />can be dissolved. <br /> <br />As our sun settles on <br />edge of world, it <br />collects our problems, <br />dissolves them <br />into the mist of time, <br />to rise once more <br />at dawns moment; <br />renewed, unsullied, <br />clean and fresh, <br />to light a <br />different world.<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-68/
