Crimson and blue is the twilights hue;
beckoning forevermore my soul into
it's hidden beauty...
Enhancing the dusk with it's blanket;
hovering over all the mounds of my
sphere where I am anchored.
Seeming to become as the watery deep-
Descending into waves and mists darkened
to the color of purple.
Glistening swirls of light flicker in
various design beyond the crescent moon.
Luminous grey forms subtly drift across
the canopy-
Glowing a light-colored pink...
Waning the dawn of morning.
Copyright Ó
2003 Wanda Lyn Carr
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