#87 Twilight

The world is turning purple gray,
The sun and light fading away,
Moon swiftly takes their place,
Bathing me in Her silver glow.

The best time,
When the sun and the moon,
Ride equal in the sky.
And I see how much I'm missing.

We miss the little things.
The radiance of a sunset,
How the stars seem without number,
And how the moon brings me peace.

If you've ever sat under a black sky,
With only the moon and stars,
You know what I mean.

I've never felt so small.
Or so at peace.

I know who I am at Twilight.