The sky above the spinney is pale blue before the night
Darkness becomes denser and the shadows form under the royal coloured sky
The sky turns into shades of lilac, pink and violet before disappearing into the darkness with the deepest of indigo
The whole place turns silent in the coming of the dark, like some stark memorial from events that happened years and years ago
This time of day is known as “twilight” it’s something that I try to see each night
It calls to me, deep from within my soul
Something deep and dark but right
