EDGE 2

In the twilight zone of the world stronger colours are subdued and fall

away like rose petals, sacrificed.

In this place of fallen colours a spectral world of shadows long

and hideous live and move and die as grey and black strive

to rule absolute, eternally.

Seen from space this eventide twilight is a moving ring

on our world bringing dusk, falling night.

Hours later she repeats herself as dawn is reborn, a virgin day

of new shallow colours slowly coming to strength with the daylight.

An endless cycle of death of life, of night and day, circular ways

of the sky, the sun and the moon and our planet.