Something of the Twilight Speaks to Me

Something of the twilight speaks to me,

Where the candlelight of day yet fills the sky,
And an encroaching night rises on silent, silken wings.

Where ribbons of light—in muted hues—stretch out,
Somehow truer than the exulting sunset

A mystery on the horizon—
A song of light fading into an echo—
A dance of heavenward light and earthbound darkness:

Something of the twilight speaks to me.