the hour before the sun disappears from the sky
twilight brings out the bronze in my hair
and the grey in my eyes

it feels like the day doesn't want to let go
and as it fights with the moon
everything starts to glow

i watch myself walking, feeling surrounded below the above
and then find myself day dreaming
about magic and the enchantment of love


-wrote in mediation class on wed night. some gushy-mushy doo doo, ain't it?