The ethereal world at the twilit hour
Is soft
Soft like the touch of mother to child,
Soft like the lines on the paper skin of the wise,
Soft like the remnants of deep sleep on your glowing face.

The intense violet hue wraps me in pensive thought-
It bounces off of windows,
And settles in the puddles after the rain has fallen,
Surrounds me in a dimming moment.
Twilight brings me peace the day before erased.
Twilight brings me the feel of your embrace.