In the Hours Born of Twilight

In the hours born of twilight,between day and night,
magical dreams come alive.
with no past and no present,where the future is bent,
a place where thoughts go to hide.

This place nos no pain,no wants or no shame,
never the same, no control.
in through the out door so much to explore,
delving down deep in your soul.

Mosaic and scattered the images gather,
then shattered like shards from a mirror.
a puzzle of paths laid, that lead into space,
so vivid yet each step unclear.

The sense of it all is so senseless,
flying yet falling the same.
In the hours born of twilight between day and night,
your mind plays a magical game.