Daily Archives: June 9, 2012

The wee hours

In the blending of the twilight,
as the day surrenders light
and the sun gives up its throne
to the rising of the moon

When time, it seems to slow
in the mystery of wee hours,
and the lines of sense give way
to the peace and dark alike

When daydreams, ever present,
they grow stronger, in the evening
and their depth also increases
so that strong and strange, they seem

It is then that our minds,
as they fight the edgy battles,
that more human and more spiritual
at once, they know they are.

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