"Twilight Hour"

In the midst of the twilight hour,
dreams are viewed through clouded veils.

Ever moving to songs unheard,
drama, laughter, shards of pearl.

Darkness, sorrow, love and guilt,
tears upon my pillow slip.

Yet these dreams are but a cast,
of changing roles within our past.

Thank God for mornings burst,
that brings us back to earth.

Fulfill the day renewed in power,
until the midst of twilight hour.

@ D. Bradley

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