I love twilight
My maternal grandmother did too.
I called her Love Grandma.
Together, she and I would go walking in the velvet time,
Between day and night.
Or sit together (comfortably) in her kitchen [without any lights]
As the day turned to brilliant colors
And the air became like velvet.
It is still a magical time for me
A special time, no matter what the season,
A sacred time between ‘what was’
and what will become
A time of true magic
When the world holds it’s breath
Then everything disappears into stars.
From my world to your heart,