Maturity’s Twilight Zone
With closed eyelids,
Darkness becomes light.
An intimate slumber lifts
The past into the present,
Into a lethargic
Yet
Levitational experience.
One is left hoping
The touching of the ground
Will take a bit longer,
Allowing the heady imagination
To make the landscape
Of one’s remaining years
Complete fulfillment,
Needing not the accouterments of everyday reality,
But the bonding of heart and mind
In their crossing of the Rubicon
Into maturity’s twilight zone of arrival.
Love ya!
Jane