With the serenity of silence,
Dusk descends on the meadow.
Green blades slice through the blue of day
And now melt to deep indigo as
Dusk descends on the meadow.
See the stars silently shine.
And now, melt to deep indigo as
You drift into your dreams.
See the stars silently shine—
They haven’t left you as
You drift into your dreams.
They are closer, are they not?
They haven’t left you as
Your consciousness has,
They are closer. Are they not
Beautiful?
Your consciousness has
Drifted into twilight now. What you see is
Beautiful
Beyond its name.
Drifted into twilight now, what you see is
The dusk that is falling. Past its time,
Beyond its name.
It leaves you.
The dusk that is falling past its time
Darkens. Now twilight is midnight.
It leaves you,
And your dream
Darkens. Now, Twilight, is midnight
Here to stay?
And your dream—
Can it linger?
Here to stay,
Green blades slice through the blue of day.
Can it linger
With the serenity of silence?
About the Creator
AR
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