Where the day
meets the night,
light blends
with dark.
Bending through
the atmosphere.
Dancing skies,
embark
around this globe,
this sphere.
As nightly,
they dance,
betrothed by
the horizons guiding hands.
The dark
and the light,
slide together
just right.
Puzzle pieces,
placed by hands
out of sight.
In a dance of ages
Across the horizons
blank pages.
The eyes that stare,
their audience,
that shares in their fables.
Where day meets night,
dark and light merge together,
to create a stunning new sight.
A new light,
colour of magic in our mystic skies.
A delight to lighten the path,
and the pages on which I write.
The stories of my footsteps,
written under that majestic light show.
A journey only told on a page,
until they return to make the sky
once again glow.
Thanks for reading
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