Twilight thinking…

Twilight thinking composes my next verse

The essence of my dreams dance in the sky

my life unwritten, a show unrehearsed

I want to be someone before I die.

I see her long frosted chestnut hair 

lending her ears to life, her eyes are shut

creaking along with her old rocking chair 

humming quietly by her lake side hut.

A lifetimes of words floating through her mind 

a verbal orchestra telling her tale 

a library of moments capturing her time

her life was for rent and now it’s for sale.

Twilight thinking of where I want to be

And where I want the song to end for me.

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