Twilight

Is this just an illusion?

If I reach up, can I touch the sky?

Am I a grounded bird, a caged mouse?

The sky is real, the world is not.

If I grew wings

And soared into the twilight,

When all boundaries merge

and the iron gate creeks open,

I would escape the net

And blend into the night.

The light slips over me,

The silvery twilight engulfs me.

Through the haze, pure pearls glitter.

They hypnotize me…

Pulled into a silent submission,

My voice caught in my throat,

I cannot make a sound.

Mute and alone,

Pristine droplets descend past my lips,

As I submerge myself

into the dark pit of despair.

A whirl of light comes nearer

As seraphs drift effortlessly towards me.

They bring with them a sensation,

Nostalgic and freeing.

I spread my wings and try to fly.

But

Will you catch me if I fall?

Or will I plummet in the twilight…