In These Twilight Realms Poem by DM W

In these twilight realms,
I hear the music of long forgotten fables
& the slow, burning glimmer of fading stars.
I smell the potent scent of pinewood on the breeze
As I see the deep green forests glowing in mystery

In these twilight realms,
Dreams watch each other so curiously.
Blue merges with violet in Monet skies.
Spectres whisper their secrets to the wind
Where memory and repressed desire meet.

In these twilight realms,
The sporadic rain is studded with diamonds
& the crescent moon is a chimera.
The soul is trapped between two dying worlds.
I sense that the wounded light is getting fainter