The Gifts of Dawn and Dusk.
As dusk approaches the warm light retreating
Shadows conquering the illuminating splashes
Across the dimming backdrop of walls
Bathing the room in crimson brass miasma
The sounds of night’s intensity slowly increasing
Overtaking the angelic chorus of twilight
Coppery impressions dance off the cloud faces
Fading into the soft pinpricked violet milieu
Divinely recounting the experience of hours passed
In crisp meticulous summary shuffling about
Blessings counted of the gifts wrought upon me
No life imagined could be greater than this
Closing my eyes offering soft prayers of thanks
I drift away filled with great enthusiasm
To open my eyes with the coming of dawns light
Ecstatic I have been anointed to live another day
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