Standing in Twilight
I stood outside last night,
waiting for a show,
though, as I stepped through a summer,
I couldn’t help but notice,
the brilliant amber on a night sky,
the leaves and forest and wonder about me,
all glistened in the moon’s mystique.
I knew the show would be out of my hands,
or perhaps the script rewritten,
for now, I imagined the sheer beauty of nightfall,
offered under a natural streaming light,
one that brought me to a different place,
like any such dabbling in nature light,
is meant to do.
I thought of her in this surreal setting,
and I wondered,
I wished, I hoped, I prayed,
the energy I felt might be compelled,
by the sweet nature of her.