Monday, October 3, 2016

Twilight

Shadows are long when the bright light is low
Distorting the paths we see and we know
Shadows of darkness that stem from the light
Giving a fright

Streetlights illumine the trails of the Fae
Giving illusions of showing the way
Twisting the darkness into the light
Dimming the sight

And yet, the trees whisper
The calm wind blows free
Reality seems crisper
At the count of three

Moonlight and starlight beckons my soul
Wonder and magic making me whole
Life everlasting pouring His blood
Into figures of mud



God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

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