It is that time of day,
Suspended between afternoon and evening
Perched high on a golden pinnacle.
Light floats, pours,
Down in a gentle rain
From clear blue sky.
Brings with it
Warmth, vision, life,
Peace.
This is a strange time,
A time of passion and fire
And calm reflection.
Like an image in a mirror, or reflected in a pond,
It is fragile, profound,
Untouchable and yet breakable,
Eternal, and neverending
Even as it fades,
Oh so smoothly,
Into night.
 


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