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I wonder if He is crying when the rain falls soft
Lingering beneath the twilight, a breathless waft
I wonder if, during the storm, when I hear His booming voice
Is He assuring me, despite the pain, I should still rejoice
I wonder if He writes His glory across the starry skies
Poetry in hues of song, brilliant stories we can’t disguise
I wonder if He tells the heart just what it should say
Pouring out beauty on a soul who needs the light of day
I wonder if He sees all the worst I am, and loves me anyway
With love that can’t be explained – it is all I’ll ever pray…
The Father, Son and Holy Spirit, writing light into my soul
Blessing me with wonder that will surely make me whole!
Never stop believing in the One who came to save
For this is our life’s miracle, this Son who God gave
To restore us to a relationship filled with love and grace,
To give our lives a purpose with His sweet embrace.
Without Him here beside me, revealing what life is all about,
I wouldn’t know the hope that silences my every doubt.
Without His love and kindness, His wonderful joy and peace
I wouldn’t know the loving spirit that is God’s masterpiece.
Without the man named Jesus, and all the love that saved,
I wouldn’t know what it means to walk the road He paved.
The Twilight (C) 2024 Artimus The Poet - Susan Manley All Rights Reserved
Musical Introduction
[Verse]
Over the mountains the purple comes rolling
lit like a backdrop silhouette glowing
Soon to meet the valley in cascades of light
to make day of what has been night
The sun with shine
the stars will fade
And some will sleep
while others awake
And soon once again
that purple will rise
and push the light out
from the skies
[chorus]
The Twilight
it comes every day
the purple haze
decending over the planet
the marking of the passage of time
to reflect on how its spent
to relax sublime
And where memories are swept
It pulls us forward
into nights inky depths
where the day is forgotten
in sleep in dreams we rest
[Musical Interlude]
[Verse]
later dawn will arise
and wipe sleep from our eyes
with pink it is so bright
it evaporates mist and brings to light
All that is the day
progresses through the haze
and if we have planned it
it can be jam. packed . in...
[Verse]
Over the mountains the purple comes rolling
lit like a backdrop silhouette glowing
Soon to meet the valley in cascades of light
to make day of what has been night
(to make day of what has been night)
[Outro]
The sun with shine
the stars will fade
And some will sleep
while others awake
And soon once again
that purple will rise
and push the light out
from the skies
Stop and watch that glory of the passing to the night
the purple into twilight
it marks the march of your life
inching forward to the unknown
Time is the only currency...
you never know the balance of
so spend it wisely
Spend it wisely
(Spend it wisely)
spend it wisely
before you go
[end]
Summers sun is setting,
The twilight a held breath,
Excitement for the season of change,
To see everything in a warm haze.
But I, as many,
Have persuaded myself -
Talked myself into thinking
Every year.
When the leaves change, and plants die
When wardrobes change, and winds sigh
We see change so close
We think that everyone's experience
Aligns.
What a joke -
My fall, warm glow.
My Autumn is welcome,
Another's, pure woe.
I have lived through trauma,
But so has the world,
My Autumn is shallow,
Another perspective, absurd.
So, as the season begins,
I finally sit and reflect.
I crave the knowledge
Of how the world lives this season.
Do they all see the beauty,
Or hold hate beyond reason.
We should all take a breath
As Summer finishes it's act,
And remember only the mirror
Has your experience, exact.
A mirage of deathly shadow grates my mind…
flinging me out beyond a holed nightscape;
it traps my existence on chains of insanity
as footsteps race against a tortuous wind
drumming, banging, yelling old sins;
and how it laughs as if to rake my bones
into pieces... NO, is there a way
out from this purgatory, this meshed labyrinth?
A surreal whip drives me between
zones of hysteria and coherence:
Yet, it haunts all imaginings.. a slide-show
zooming in, out a ravine’s edge to rows
where bloodied vines climb inside walls of my head…
Gasping for breath, I wake in the dead
of twilight: a nightmare’s pursuit
lynching my sleep again, again...and again.
For john lawless' IT contest
12/10/2017
Loneliness
In the dim glow of twilight, a solitary figure sits by the window, gazing at the fading light. The room is filled with the echoes of silence, each moment stretching into an eternity. Outside, life moves on in a blur, indifferent to the stillness within. Loneliness wraps around like a familiar cloak, heavy yet oddly comforting. It is in these quiet moments that the weight of solitude is most deeply felt, an invisible presence that lingers in the shadows.
silent room echoes,
loneliness whispers softly~
night’s cold embraces tight.
Days blend into nights, a seamless passage of time marked only by the changing hues of the sky. Each dawn brings a fleeting promise of connection, yet the hours pass in isolation. The heart, yearning for the warmth of companionship, beats with a hollow rhythm. Memories of laughter and shared moments haunt the silence, like ghosts of a life once lived. The mind wanders through past and future, searching for a sense of belonging in the vast expanse of solitude.
morning light appears,
shadows of past linger on~
solitude persists.
Yet, within the depths of loneliness, there lies a quiet strength. It is a time for reflection, for understanding the self in ways that are often overlooked in the cacophony of daily life. The silence becomes a canvas for introspection, where thoughts and feelings are painted in raw, unfiltered hues. In this solitude, there is a chance to rediscover the inner voice, to find peace in the company of one’s own thoughts. Though the ache of loneliness is ever present, it also carves a path to deeper self awareness and resilience.
inward journey starts,
amidst silence, strength is found~
self’s quiet embrace.
Written August 4, 2024
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
“Floating on divine delight the journey
isn’t construed amiss,
it takes life through the sanctum of soul
to the bay of bliss.” – Quote by Poet
The journey began a long time ago,
across rough terrain of plaintive plateau.
Traversed lone life’s meandering pathway,
despite distractions I didn’t ever stray.
The sun shines now in seamless cobalt sky,
ripples of whispering breeze pass me by.
Colored canvas of joyous scene in sight,
while I trace butterfly trails of delight.
At edge of twilight a surging stream flows.
When all portals of time behind me close,
I’ll build a bridge designed by destiny,
walk the last mile on path of ecstasy.
Cross the bridge over the angst-sliced abyss,
from where He’ll take me to abode of bliss.
“Life without colors is colorless” – poet
In a world painted with vibrant hues,
Life unfolds in a spectrum of views,
With so many colors, both bold and bright,
Each shade telling stories, day and night.
As the sunrise, aureate and tender,
Life's avenues begin to sweetly render,
At each dawn, a pristine canvas is laid,
Strokes of hope and dreams therein cascade.
Orange, ablaze with ardor and delight,
It sparks passions within, a fervent light,
Aflame like wild infernos that dance,
Kindling aspirations, like a child's trance.
Amidst meadows, verdant fields serene,
Nature's tableau, tranquil and serene,
Emerald foliage murmurs secrets concealed,
A sanctuary for peace, its power revealed.
Blue, the color of the endless sky,
A gentle reminder as time passes by,
It reflects our dreams, aspirations so high,
Guiding us with its calm, soothing sigh.
Violet blooms, a touch of mystique,
With its elegance, it captures the unique,
Majestic like twilight, a moment divine,
Unveiling wonders, in shades that intertwine.
And midst the tumult, a touch of crimson fire,
Passion's ardent love, hearts doth inspire,
Like an ever-burning flame, constant and bright,
Igniting bonds where memories take flight.
Embrace this palette, unfurl spirit's sail,
In life's colors, miracles prevail.
Written: April 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Suzette Richards
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In shimmering twilight, a memento on the moon lies quiet,
a story etched in silver dust, evokes the wanderer of the past.
Moon serenity is countless, and heart beats bear sureness.
Astral footsteps foster starlight, tracks of kismet smite.
Human creation will grow, even as infernal fungi blow,
Guided by its healing glow, ideas rise as heaven flows.
A beacon for cosmic treasure hunters, lost in wonder,
Scattering nuclear waves across our broken raves.
Moon rulers of night's endless canvas, secrets soundless,
Each crater bears a mark of human spirit, etched by hopes legit.
Echoes of vast growth, the fallout of anarchy, and sloth,
A stark slant of man trespass, bloody scenes of raw gas.
Visions reveal paths daring, souls can roam in the glaring,
A reminder that dreams stay, even under peaceful skies.
*Image of Discover by Pixabay.
A Time For Us, Again
Traipsing sunbeams pivots slothfully to moon gleams,
steeped profound shadows to vivid flirtatious shades,
albeit, daylight or twilight, a time for us exists always,
feelings of our yesterdays, nothing begin tomorrows,
views from each other draped in unforgettable smiles,
chats slip to small talks, idle steps drifts to wandering,
tad forward bit behind till side-by-side our hands held,
tight grips grin senses, embrace progress the moment,
heads tilt lips touch the fullness of each other's breath,
taste the sweetness of the other's soul, now be it blink,
wink or reopened eyes is blissfully kept locked away in,
hearts tender beat occasions itself time and time again.
2020 August 16
*1st Place*
A Time For Us
~~JCB Burl: Judged 2020 August 27
The journey began a long time ago,
traversed life’s meandering lone pathway
across terrain of uneven plateau,
despite distractions I didn’t ever stray.
The sun shines bright in seamless cobalt sky,
colored canvas of contoured vale in sight,
ripples of whispering breeze pass me by,
while I trace butterfly trails of delight.
At edge of twilight a raging stream flows,
I’ll build a bridge designed by destiny.
When all the portals of time behind close,
walk the last mile on path of ecstasy.
Cross the bridge over the stream-sliced abyss,
from where He’ll take me to abode of bliss.