Dusk
Dusk
When night turns to morning
Not dark
Not light
But in between.
When dreams are cast
And we can see their messages vividly clear.
In this time I feel quiet and at peace.
When darkness turns to light
And the stars slip away.
When dreams feel real
And all that slumber starts to wake.
A new dawn is born.
Another day has begun.
Yesterday is gone
Only today and tomorrow ahead of us.
Copyright © Asheka Collins | Year Posted 2012
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