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Yestereve I sat upon one of the innumerable hills in Occlo, looking out over the boundless sea. The lowering sun reached the horizon and a broad band of ruddy gold spread shimmering over the waves. It slowly sank lower until the sea had swallowed it up completely. I sat and listened to the seabirds call, feeling a gentle ocean breeze caress my face and watched the sky darken to the point where it was a knife edge between day and night. This is the Twilight time when all the barriers of the world are held paused.


there is a place where nightwings sing
gentle breeze in verdant trees
(they always whisper to me)

between the day and night there lies
a magic realm of twilight freedom
(flying high inside my mind)

no pain or trouble finds me here
all I need creates my scene
(fantasy becomes most real)

Nightling sky in somber birth
Glittering stars slowly unveil
(echoes of light within my mind)

drifting o'er the mellow waves
ocean of twilight mystery
(where I find the real Me).

I enjoyed reading this very much.