Twilight
I find myself more
in this in-between world
where the real and what is imagined
become seamless and transcend
the edges of the discrete,
difference dissolving
into meaning
It's not fiction I speak of,
a made up fantasy to fill a void
or soothe a fear but a way
of seeing, a glimpse of something
that is at the core of being,
the formless framework
on which the real is hung.
It's where the ordinary
becomes imbued with mystery
and extended twilights amplify
a silence within which
the world and the soul converse
in the timeless language
of the universe.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2024
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