True Twilight

Oh, how she walked in beauty, so much like the star-filled night. Her eyes held countless constellations when her mood was right. And when she was happy, her eyes were a full moon, pulling on the waves of the hearts of ever soul she encountered. Even in her sadness was a soft allure, the moisture in her eyes reminding one of a moon on water. Indeed, if you spoke with her, you would see that even in her sadness, she always found a song to cling to with her delicate grasp.

She never meant to discredit the untouchable treasure of daylight. For it is by the sun that we see and in the sun that we live. But even within the knowledge of that, she finds a sweet solace within the sultry seduction of sunset. The colors dancing across the sky to herald the coming of night never cease to captivate her. So she waits, anticipates and welcomes the twilight. These moments of quiet and hushed tones, of refreshment and recuperation, delving into the myriad of secrets that the darkness holds for those brave enough to venture forth...

She smiles as she walks in its beauty.