on the edge of night

on the edge of night

sun slowly disappears

leaving only a tinge of lilac light

to color the horizon

birds say their goodbyes

their cries waft to me

upon waves of sound

almost imperceptibly

contentment is found

in the slow winding down

as pressure eases

here within the growing dark

soft light sends its message of warm

radiating from behind lamplight silhouettes

as spirits draw close

whispering to my soul

time to close the shades

and come home to

the place where peace is

most deeply known

here on the edge

of the passing of the light

as setting sun

releases the sky

to night

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Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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5 thoughts on “on the edge of night”

  1. Excellent Mate

    Reminds me of the changing of Seasons watching as spring evolves into summer then Summer fades to Autumn the falling of the leaves memerzing vibrant colours blanket the setting around us. As fall lingers to be no more everything is consumed by purity of White shadows filled with bliss of Snow.

    Slainte

    Alex

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