Twilight time for dreams of mind,
begin with a deepening blue,
in fields born, an emptiness torn,
now covered in conscious hue.
Dusk settles in, with solitary grin,
while eyes reflect its making,
the sun has set, a unity well met,
its guise now broken, and shaking.
The king of night, brings its light,
of pale ancestral visions,
in expanding sky, where atoms fly,
on crowns of mortal decisions.
Evening moon, in new cocoon,
gives way to stars beyond,
A grand parade, of light arrayed,
where consciousness has spawned.
Heavens flair, we all do share,
reflections of every star,
vibrations tune, none immune,
to galactic reservoir.
Each tiny shell, a solar cell,
each essence finds its will,
beneath the skies that hold our ties,
and promise to fulfill.
To mornings dawn, all eyes are drawn,
such blinding rays of vision,
as rising sun, that makes us one,
ends our fractal division.
The night recedes, with planted seeds,
that grows our daily heather,
in unity, and community,
in thought with immaculate tether.
About this Poem: It's about our minds and consciousness in the day and night...both very different atmospheres, yet integral to each other.