I watch the sun lowering in the west,
Red sun, orange halo, pinks brighten up the dying day,
Soft blues turning inky black.
Shadows begin to spread, creeping across the lawn,
As if chasing the remaining daylight.

Twilight tells me it is time to quiet myself,
To rest my weary soul, marshal my thoughts,
Thinking back on how my day has been.
Looking forward to the morrow
Grateful that my head will rest shortly upon my pillow.

Twilight is my stolen moment, that which I hold dear.
This time is mine to savor, to let myself be me.
I can give myself fully to the twilight,
Knowing it demands nothing more of me,
Than to give it a small moment in time of my innermost thoughts.

Thankfully, I will always be Twilight's Fan.......