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My Journey through Time and Space

When the last glow of daylight is seen
and the first shades of the night begin
the merging moment melts
and is tethered to Twilight's subtle gleam
where my mind is interlaced,
   in sentimental thoughts
wrapped by twilight
I'm aware of windblown wildflowers
and weeping birdsongs
   that cry for the end of the day
as night immerses the last flickering light
from the red threads of the horizon
where the sunset's final spark vanishes
and the first star of the night shines
in the darkened region of the sky
   like a point of light
that welcomes the moon as it rises
   in its majestic glow
offering shades and silhouettes
   across the landscape
where my eyes gaze at floating luminous fireflies
   that dance before me
beneath the dark-hued clouds that hide the moon
before parting allowing its radiate glow
   to wash over me
in a timeless mesmerizing magical moment
of masterstrokes painted by Nature
that hangs before my eyes on its earthly canvas
   of monumental proportions
that mirror the sensitivity of my soul

Copyright © Frederic Parker

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