Member Poem

The glorious glimmer of twilight
Peeks and casts reddish ghostly shadows
Apparitions of my childhood playmates
My tiny hands manipulating puppets
In my theater – King, Queen, pawns and crocodile

Can’t you see, feel the evening twilight at day’s end
Bursting yellow-red paint on the horizon
Fierce light blind shadows follow
From sundown’s blistering, flashing rays
Harkening the coming quiet darkness, stifling mysteriously
Sleepy, I am hibernating, half alive, inactive

We marvel, as visitors to mother earth
Somewhere, sometime, do similar twilights exist?
Same dreams, good fortune and apparitions
All searching for the comfort of peace and serenity
For family and friends and safety

I wonder how often I fit in, delirious
Want to be somewhere else, someone else,
Away from responsibilities
Escape the pattern of habits, customs, and obligations
Free for a childlike momentary escape
To climb a mountainside, view vistas
Gaze at the brown-green canyons below

But it is twilight no longer, in creeps the early morn
Dusk disappeared, leaving fading stars
In my early morning, dreamy state I conjure escapades
Signifying nothing in my head but ill-conceived night visions
Occasionally my mind concocts some mysterious tale
Dreamlike, I follow it into unreality before dawn
Chase or be chased, never quite reaching my goal
Envision some fright, a fear so complex

(For none of us are complete
Nor so secure as we dream)

The purple, orange yellow hues reappear again at sunup
On the opposite horizon.
Time’s up.