It’s that shading time
of in-between
end of daylight
and the start of nighttime
when shadows lose their definition
and begin to morph
into a quiet spaceless-ness

When love wraps itself around
all the worlds creatures
with the warmth and security
of a lovers arms
or the way a parent would embrace
– their child

Dusk, a space in time
when there is no beginning,
middle or end
– it is more of a fading off
a drifting away
slow motion pause
a place that is unconditional
forever constant…

A place I tend to breathe easy

© 2016 TrilbyYates