TWILIGHT’S GLEAMING SOUL

In twilight’s dance, she graces space,
midst stars that claim their cosmic place,
where shadows blend with brilliance bright,
her eyes reflect the vast of night,
a softened gleam, like heaven’s breath,
day’s harshness cannot pierce its depth.

One hue awry, one gleam astray,
would taint the grace we can’t portray,
in every strand of midnight’s veil,
on gentle brow, a story frail,
in tranquil thoughts, a haven true,
a cherished realm where dreams anew.

:: 10.20.2023 ::