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Twilight Brings the Night

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


The bright day comes to an end,
shadows grow long,
the bright blue of the sky,
mingles with the purple of twilight,
as the pink sky gives way to the night.
Somewhere a nightingale begins its song,
the stars come out to play
and I wait for the nighttime magic to begin,
as the twilight brings the night,
closing the curtain on another day.
The lone hoot of an owl,
high up in a pine tree,
nighttime scents all around
and through the dark night clouds -
the bright moon is winking.
Memories bring me,
to other times,
when beneath the dark night sky,
you and I would sit side by side -
dreaming far into the night.
We'd listen as night melodies,
came to us no a breeze,
the stars seemed to begin dancing,
while the moon played hide and seek -
with night clouds drifting by.
Then hand in hand we'd promenade,
along to a long-forgotten song,
that used to fill our very hearts and souls
and remember it word for word -
as we'd go dancing in the dark.
The moonbeams lighting our way,
no words to say,
just swaying to the song,
reliving the memories,
of other nights,
other times -
somewhere long ago in our journey through life.

© 2021 Gypsy Rose Lee

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