Mystic.
The sky idly changes
as day is erased,
awesomely flaring
with in-coming night,
slowly emerging
like sooty-grey fur
as dusk's dim silence
begets more graces
while I wordless
praise the One who
such beauty maintains
as light-to-dark merges
in mystic twilight.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments5
So beautifully penned,
my dear Fay!
“...the One who such beauty maintains as light-to-dark merges in mystic twilight.”
I’m envisioning a heavenly image created by your heavenly words !
~Laura~
Thanking you muchly dear Laura for both your visit and your supportive comment - - the twilight has such a mystic quality and I wanted to paint it's beauty with words.
...and you definitely
succeeded!
Gorgeous picture of twilight - that lovely time of day that is always mystic and never the same twice! Wonderful Fay.......
So glad you saw twilight's magic between the lines of this verse dear Lorna. Thank you for your lovely comment.
And so to bed - fine work Fay - love 'day is erased'.
Thanks Michael - the mystery of twilight is always inspiring.
In the world of photography it's known as the Golden Hour. The hour before sunrise or after sunset. Beautiful write Fay.
Such a beautiful write Fay - into favourites with this one.
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