Twilight Hours

Twilight Hours are spent outside in the darkness

as the moon passes by and the moon shifts away i am still

here passing time away watching the moon,in a small pond

as the glimmering ripples in the water sway on and off

like a vent,when it gets cold the heat comes on

if it gets warm the air comes on,if i am sad the waves

are shallow and soft,if i am angry the waves are violent

and no longer peaceful,i am the waters pool sitting in the moon

the ripples go down my spine,and i feel the cold icy water

in the night at the twilight Hours of the night,

i look expressionless at the moons ripples and waves

like the moon is on earth and not in the sky at all

during the twilight Hours nothing is said,except the

whispers in the cold wind,with no coat in winter

sanding motionless in front of the almost frozen water

twilight Hours our almost over,i look in to the setting sun,

and i see the sun coming over the horizon,i look at the

water and it looks at me with the sun in its shimmering water

now not the twilight Hours any more,and the water warms

from the suns heat,the sun is set,and i jump in