Brushes my face
Its coolness slight
Its maker unknown
Looking up
She is there
Butterfly glamour
In setting sun light
Fleeting as she came
Into the shadows
Of Night
In this Dusk
The approaching night
Worries my soul
It brings hate
And fear
Canyons of shadows
Dividing our global bodies
In this Night
The shadows of our souls
Fight a war
Against our existence
In this Night
Shadows are all we see
Butterly shadows
Forever haunting
Our waking
Forever robbing
Our dreaming
Yet... Luckily..
It is Dusk
The time of
Crepuscular hopes
And colorful dreams
In this Dusk
Memories and dreams
Color minds and souls
And bring peace
In the tide of shadows
This Night
Will not define
The beings we are
It will not
Make us prisoners
Of the dark
We will not
Be shadows of ourselves
We will not be
Condemned to the shadows
Of our joy
No. This Dusk
Is a gift
That will be here
Tomorrow and the next
This Dusk
Welcomes the inside
Of love and joy
This Dusk
Is Us.
And so the keepers
Of butterfly shadows
Fly bravely
Into a night
Of our making
Bearing the hopes
Of our being
A colorful jubilee
Fracturing the dark.
