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Twilight
By: LivingDeadGirl

The horizon is masked by vivid shades,
cerulean and violet,
together, paint on paper.
Birds twitter tucking young
into wood and red yarn nests
throughout the leaf-laden forest.

Staring skyward I watch the sun set, letting
the twilight envelop me in memories.
I could never hear my mother calling while I fiddled
with mushrooms in the moss-covered undergrowth.
Laughter echoed among the deep green boughs
when we played lasting games of hide-and-seek.

The twilight stole my life
each passing second taken by the stars.
Its past echoes mine.
My history belongs to the skies. Still,
we are entwined, forced to exist.

Article Source: http://journal.ilovephilosophy.com

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