At twilight, shadows start to creep, Below the sky's soft fading sweep, the bright sky edges begins to sleep. Stars start their silent dance, In sun shadows the darkness move with grace, . Why does twilight form this trance? Whirling murmurs of the wind arise, anticipate the moonlit skies, Where night's veiled secret lies. Leaves shimmer with loose sighs, Of hidden secrets and goodbyes. Does twilight hold such an ancient disguise ? Mist glide through the valley, slow and low, a secret path without a trail, it flow, dawn’s light embers last blow. waves murmur lores forlorn, unfolding as dark-night is born. Is twilight where dreams are torn? The world sleep in moonlight deep embrace, nature claim it's gentle touch, an era’s slow erase. mountains silhouette comes awake, as it rise on horizon’s face. Does twilight bring a peace or an end; a restless quest or a chase?