Holding hands at the cusp of twilight

Written by: raskin bobbins

In tune to Elysium, humming...
The western shore at sunset,
Colors transform...
To the majesty of stars,
Dreams meld into myth...
Mists hover over wet lands,
I follow his footprints in the dew...
Crickets and frogs sing praises,
I hold my hand and wait...
Dawn to the East will rise again