Half-Light

Twilight is a strange time
Neither night or day
But a silence when the God's arrive
To seek which souls to slay
They slip in and out of shadows
That form narcotic dreams
To make us think that we will live forever....

or so it seems.

Reviews

[dan]

JAF, I was able to find you by tracing back to where you found me, I read this piece. First impression? Tasty writing. Short but very sweet. Intrigued to read more. Send me a friend request and then send me read requests, I will certainly be honored to offer my reviews, honest and helpful. Thank you for coming to me for that purpose. Understand the unwritten rules though, please: I'll be glad to review your work but please reciprocate by returning the favor. take care...dan

[John Anthony Fingleton]

Thanks Dan, glad to have your comments ....first ones......As for the friends and read requests I think you will have to send me the first ...I have still a lot to learn.....I understand the unwritten rule about reviews....I would like to tell you I am moving around at present.... now
in Paraguay...next week Bolivia, Brazil before I get back to France...so forgive me if I am not on line everyday

[Teresa Powell]

I love the way the words give me the feel of twilight... I used to sit out on the porch and meditate at that time cause it was so quiet.

[John Anthony Fingleton]

Thank you Treesa, for taking the time to read it. I am still trying to find my way aroun this place...

[Teresa Powell]

I understand that... I'm new here too!