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
Glowing a light-colored pink...
Waning the dawn of morning.
Copyright Ó 2003 Wanda Lyn Carr