Touching Twilight

* In the solitude of an ebbing day, there is a twilight blush along the hills And a world switches direction, ......as if tumbling silently into eternity Where shadows of telephone poles, along a country road,..... seem to curl,... and follow the curve of the earth When the shadow of a tree becomes longer,....... than ever a tree was tall When my own silhouette, so dark and stretched, and long,...... seems to walk between earth and heaven To feel such harmony at days end, my arms seem longer,...almost without limit... long enough,... so that I can reach out to catch the first star upon the evening sky,.... and feel the touch of God.... -------------------------------------- For Nette's Contest: "In 24 Hours" By Carrie Richards