BEHIND MOATS OF TWILIGHT

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Close the door, said the whisper
To the shade, twilight is coming
Night will be here soon:

Assault of the slant of darkness
Ready to bring today to her death
On the altar of transitions
Like the Breath of the Earth

Through hours of fractured darkness
Where we are together or alone
In the room behind the curtains

Where shivering we arrive
Too frail to drive out the dark
With moths at the edge of light
And cobwebs moulding our invisibility

Our isolation of uneasily explored
Dark minutes, that’s where depression lived
In winters of the longest nights.

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