Twilight

Midst the twilight of wakefulness and sleep Our minds meander to places shallow and deep. They visit domains that while awake we won't go Depicting ourselves when old, feeble, and slow. But in only a dozen deepening breaths more We grow wings and over mountain peaks soar. Our free-roaming minds are rife with surprises Letting us look behind old friends' disguises. We learn with shock of a teacher's double life It cuts to the quick like a long-bladed knife. We must have envisioned scenes of these kinds And hidden them away in the niches of our minds. Only in twilight do they come to the fore And make our wanton thoughts a wide-open door.