when the world lies between
not asleep yet not quite awake
gone the sun that burns and blinds
instead a pale glow envelopes life
either welcoming or shaking off dreams
when the first blush of dawn
steals over hard, arid mountains
they transform to hills of hope
and the air shakes off the night--
cool, refreshing darkness--
to welcome the potential of a new day
or as the bookend to aurora
in the evening a similar transformation
as a hush draws a cloak over day
sometimes dotting the blank blue sky
with soft clouds harbouring dreams
and for two moments beauty reigns even here
