Purple Twilight Poem by Tristan Maverick

As the darkness closes in
And children ready for bed
Those who are lost
Scurry to safety
The safety of their need

The darkness closes in
Shading their worlds in wonderful hues
Of deep purples, grays and blacks
The beauty of their lost lives
In the beautiful shades of twilight

The moon, magical and serene
Watches those who are lost
Illuminating their paths
All the paths open to them
Waiting for them to pick
Only to watch them go back

It watches in sorrow
Watches those who are blind
Blind to what is before them
For they only remember
Remember where they had been
And fear what is to come

They run inside themselves
Unaware of the beauty beyond
Though the Twilight
The Purple Twilight is beautiful
It wanes against the radiant Orange Morn

Those in the Orange of the Morn
Mourn for those stuck in the Purple Twilight
For they aren't stuck
But refuse to see
What the serene Silver Moon shows

They call for the lost
But call in vain
For they are not just blind
Blind to the path leading them to the light
They are deaf through the mist

Finally, the Orange of the Morn
Those within it, turn to follow their paths
Know the serene Silver is the only thing
The only thing that can guide them to the Morn
Though the mist deafens, and the Twilight blinds
There is still hope...

The light within yourself to guide you and give you the courage to follow the path...