Twilight Home
Myriad Spectrums of
Luminescent light.
Crouch upon my window sill
Through the long night.
Crickets chirp, hoot owls tarry,
Swishing, swirling breezes hum.
Fairies prance, Angels acapella,
Rest for the Spirit has come.
Returning to my twilight home
I find perfect peace inside.
No need to wander aimlessly,
Your omnipresence I abide.
A foggy haze engulfs
My still small voice within.
Impossible to distinguish
Where I leave off, You begin.
Myriad Spectrums of
Luminescent light.
Crouch upon my window sill
Through the long night.
~Kent
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