***I remember coming up with this driving down the back roads of Rehoboth on the way to Willaby's one night. It needs some work.
Driving home to you, tonight
the wind whispered through my mind
we are traveling the twilight road,
where moments flash bewitchingly
like lightning bugs streaming by-
too quick and bright to pick out,
one-by-one,
but a beautiful backdrop nonetheless.
a different view of daylight's drudgery,
faded signs revitalized by sweeping lights,
kept mysterious by shadows left behind.
These softened reminisces,
made memorable by lack of strength,
are what makes us drift so softly
into the dampened desires we call night
knowing that, slipped somewhere around the bend,
another twilight road is flickering-
too faint to hold, to perfect to relinquish hope.
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