Eternal Twilight The wind is silent. As silent as the birds that are deep in rest Awaiting the golden hue to be cast over the mountain crest. But dawn is yet to come Now, it is the fragile instance before the daybreak. A time when neither day claims nor night. The time of eternal twilight. Like the sheen of a smooth white pearl, Reflecting the serenity it is surrounded by, Untouchable, irreplaceable, unconquerable pure light Embracing the world before the arrival of daylight The platinum skies of eternal twilight. Trodden upon in the course of #life By hunters during the day And nocturnal predators at night; The prayer and panic threaded through its long blades It's purity after the relentless fight does fade, Till the dew drops touch removes their plight The dew kissed grass at eternal twilight. .
