Once upon a twilight
Would it not be for the conception of dawn that I would be forever swallowed whole into the cold dark spaces within the throat and belly of night.
Whence I came here to overflow my cupped hands with silver moon beams that glisten with knowledge far brighter than that of snow white covered mountain peaks, in sight of the wisdom of valleys and steams.
Be that I came for the promise of summits laden with pure white star dust and the visions of many tomorrows, unveiling the secrets that dwell beyond the thresholds of time.
I came here to share the yearnings of my soul with the lonely stars desperate to be suckled by the seeds of life, fulfilling their instinct for motherhood, but have only to become the deeds of lovers and men, and the rudders of wayward ships.
If this has been but a demon of darkness that has devoured me, I would find only for that of my destitute and sorrow.
But then to find myself in the womb of twilight, in which to give birth to the dawn of a new day, and the very moment wrapped in the arms of the sun, as it gives and gives to us its passionate embrace, like a great ocean flooding the earth with love, it's dream then realized, when on that day it sees its own beauty for the very first time, as our conscious selves open our eyes.
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