In the midst of twilight,
just beyond the sunset,
where birds grow quiet,
and the wind becomes shallow breaths,
Spirits do reside,
but not on streets paved of gold,
here there are no harps,
or cloud puffs so bold,
A place of serine,
Lying just before our eyes,
its a dimension of this earth,
created for all who've come to life,
Tis there you will meet me,
when we've both grown old,
in that place not so far distant,
through the veil thus behold,
As we do then await,
the great resurrection time,
we will learn and grow,
then change,
in the twinkling of an eye,
Oh how great it will be,
when we live past twilight,
how beautiful the sunrise,
we will see from paradise,
It will be you and me,
long friends seeing earthly pasts,
we will live together forever,
together at long last....
© Dawn Michelle. All rights reserved September 3 2013
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