Twilight—by Athena

Gold loosens into silver,
a pause to reflect in fading light —
as striking as dawn, more forgiving than night,
twilight, impartial mediator,
dedicated tutor of the dawn

the last stage before black,
fragile with suspense,
uncertainty promised,
a pause to regain sense

Transitions reveal hidden truths
tomorrow’s problems left for morning;
to sleep, to think, to heal — a delicate warning

a magic balance of light,
a traketory toward gold,
the eternal struggle with fear of the dark
beauty deepened by the lack of brightness,
sunrise already rehearsed

learning not to fear the dark
because we memorised the shape of morning

each twilight contributes to the next sun,
a dark sheet drawn to start the world afresh

where gold and silver meet
twilight — a mini death:
shades revealing different fears;
gold is dominion, silver is subtleness

Crepuscular hours:

safety to some animals, opportunity to others,
our twilight is their noonday sun