MUSED Literary Magazine.
Poetry

A Song to the Twilight

Ann Christine Tabaka

Ruby studded sky,
the horizon calls to me.
It knows my name by heart.
I have stood here all eternity,
watching a coral glow of evening,
as geese fly past the moon.
Stories of past lives
unfold before my eyes.
On wings of imagination
my mind takes flight.
The night is my master.
The night is my friend.
It folds me in its warm embrace,
darkness pulls me in,
like a lover waiting to be kissed.
I sing a song to the twilight
with voice soft and sweet.
Dancing stars join the refrain.
Night is my salvation,
its magic lives within.
Everlasting is its song
from beginning to the end.