I dwell in the shadows between day and night.
The nuanced hues elicit delight,
Indistinct, loosely defined, subtly sublime,
Translucent grey, edged like snow, with a touch of grime.
I grope in the darkness, filled with starkness.
I cringe in the light, filled with fright.
T'is not time to know, full and complete,
But, I’m tired of the night, illumined deceit.
At home in the land, not quite bright.
Embraced by Grace, softened plight,.
Immerging boundaries, not fully defined,
Breath of Wind, distant resonance, . . . wind chimes.