She is twilight magic
Inhabiting the spaces in between
What is real and what is dream
She’s a seer and a mystic
Bravely realistic
Casting spells of sound and light
Beguiling
She might be taken with you
But she won’t be taken in
She will always guess her present
She will tell it like it is
Her feet are firmly planted in the earth
She paints pictures on the canvas
She brings imagination to the screen
She’s sweet until you cross her
She’s implacable
An unflappable tour de force
She’s twilight magic
Full of light and shadow
She’s a moving picture
Sometimes silent, but
The lighting’s always good
She’ll weave the sounds around the
Story
Edit out the dross
She’s twilight magic
Like a song at dusk the last note lingering
Like a memory of sunlight, an afterglow
Like cooling embers still emanating warmth
And glowing
Always on the edge of dreams
Dancing on the edge of dreams
For my daughter, Essma.
