Untitled - July 15, 2002

The most beautiful times
in life
are at dawn and dusk
where the boundaries blur
and the veil between worlds
fades for that passing.

The retreating of moonlight
against the dusky pinks of
a sunrise
are mirrored by the 
brilliant orange hues
that give way
to inky darkness.

In a never ending cycle
of light and dark,
there is no real separation
between the past 
and the present,
nor between the
imagined and the real,
until everything blurs
into a fantasy once lived.