Twilight

Twilight, and the ocean breaks along the crag,

drenching the fringes in the spray of its caress.

Night steals in in its wake,

chasing every glimmer away from its resting place.

Slumber belongs to the living.

Those, she swaddles so tightly

they can rarely wriggle free from fantasy,

while the few who manage their escape

believe themselves those living the dream

in a place the others could scarcely imagine.

Twilight, and the ocean breaks along the crag,

drenching the fringes in the spray of its caress.

Light sneaks in as night ebbs away,

settling along the ridges where darkness cowered.

Life emerges from beneath slumber’s cover

to scuttle sunlit shores.

Those whose freedom could not be found

believe themselves living flashes of the night before.

The rest wish they had answered slumber’s call.