The Twilight of the Hours

In the twilight of the hours when all things unknown become known, and all the days cares are pushed away, shadows of the evening fall over us as the sounds of the night fill the air. The grass stirs with soft rustles Where the fairies wait to come from hidden places And dance upon the meadows. The moonlight streaming down lights their enchanted ring. The soft songs of the night fill the air, making music to lull us into sleep. But I do not sleep now in the twilight of the hours. For here is where I find you waiting in the shadows once more. In our mystical meetings all things become known to us. Here we see what was and is again. For in the shadows our love runs open and free, and we are together once more in the twilight of the hours -Joy Nelson- June 6, 2007