In-between the sun and moon,
I sit and watch
and make some room
for letting light and twilight mingle,
and making single glances last eternity,
a little more,
extending love beyond the doors of welcoming,
while wedding all the parted people,
even sons to violent mothers,
and searching all the others finding light
where twilight lingers,
in-between the sun and moon.
In celebration of twilight, dusk and dawn as they wait patiently for one another on this Solstice eve.
Poem: Padraig O’ Tauma
Image: Unknown (Google Images)