The line between light and dark is thin
And the transition from dusk and dawn is in
There are twilight hours of purple hue
And red skies prettier than blue
The nether hours of waking mind
Are dream swept places of a never find
Old as calcium, bony and bare
A world of color with no light to spare
I will walk this space of shaded line
And dream of holding hands with time
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